Saturday, December 29, 2018

Blessed I

I walked a hundred miles 
to see you walk by
your every step graced my eyes

I traveled a thousand worlds
to see your smile
that smile was worth the effort

As miles became mere steps
As worlds just memory 
Your eyes met mine, blessed I


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