To Anya
To Anya
Always wondering what you would look like and who you would be
A piece of me, an extension of my own life
I found it
The meaning of life
Your neck, powerful yet delicate
I never want to let you go
Your smell, comforting and secure
Your innocent look at me, breaths life back into my day
Eyes that hide excitement and exploration
Perfect. In every way
Your warmth, your winsomeness
I can't wait for the next smile, the next reliant look
I'm there for you
Always
Copyright © Tom Harding | Year Posted 2013
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