You look at me
as warm
as ever.
You have the winners warmth,
of carrying something so precious
you couldn't bear to have it leave.
With all my might,
and the net of my dreams,
I found something so finite,
in between the seams,
that held up the very foundation
of my beliefs.
I am complete,
left to finish the
towers of my strength
where you cast the mortar,
and I cast the stone.
Together,
we will never,
let these ramparts fall apart.
