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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