Thursday, March 4, 2010

On Your Shoulders

I sat there on the wooden pew, comfortable and dazing.

In you walk, shining, white, and radiant. I see you, and my heart skips a beat.
You are breathtaking.

I knew in that moment, when you took my breath away, that I truly, truly loved you.

And you lifted me onto your shoulders, and taught me how to speak.
When I wavered, I worried.

But when I stood again, you looked me in the eyes.

"You didn't trust me," You said sweetly.

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