My heart had been a darkened room for so very long, but then you found the light switch.
You are the artist, and your days the canvas. Will you create an original masterpiece, or live a paint-by-numbers kind of life?
I kiss your tear-stained cheeks, tasting the saltiness of a hidden sea of sorrow.
Through your eyesI am learningto see myself.Through your heartI am learningto love myself.In the chrysalisof your acceptanceI can feel myselfbecoming.