For my daughters, Rossetti & Beatrix
My
hope for you is, love.
Love,
which when your hold your arms out wide,
Cannot
be contained between two palms,
But
which can be pressed between two hands.
Love,
which when you look to the sky,
Cannot
be seen in the clouds,
But
which is the air of each breath you breathe.
Love,
which when you watch them sleeping,
Cannot
be blind to the imperfections,
But
sees in them perfection.
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