An avalanche of chills covers me in epiphany
And this once desolate icicle called my heart – gives pause
I was not ready for the shiver given on this
Thus when the tingle does vanish I am left with naught
But the sounds that words cannot express
And this simple gift of truth from you to me
You are all I ever wanted
Not because you are anything
But simply because you ARE
Welcome to the world my child


dVerse ~ Poets Pub \ OpenLinkNight : Week 127