These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)

Conclusion



A part of me, yet not of my blood
That’s what you essentially are.
Someone whose weaknesses are
To be surmounted by my strengths
Whose strengths
Will overcome my own frailties –
A sister: a friend.

This tireless, querying heart
I now lay to rest.
Secure in my belief that
This love, this link is a gift
And I’ll be forever thankful for it,
This blessing that is
You

2001 December 04
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