She so quickly forgives it’s strange.
To think that I wronged her just one minute ago.
The smiles never fade and indeed,
I am always the center of attention.
I thought it’d be cumbersome to live so openly.
She carries a burden of innocence, blanketed like the sea.
Where I go, she goes. Where I sleep, she sleeps.
I am afraid she will grow out of this deep sweet glee.
She loves without a memory of wrong and seeks
a gentle quiet sleep.
I believe she will do great things,
among the thorns and broken dreams.
I believe she will survive the night and tide set against her.
Though blurry now, her sight slowly increases and soon
all will become clear,
but I pray that the truth tucked away inside will
keep her warm, my dear… baby.