when you look at me
the tenderness of your stare
brings warmth to my wounds,
my fractured scars
it wraps them around in a blanket
( and they have been cold
for so long, you see )
you heal pieces of past traumas
without even knowing it, my dearest
the ones that have been with me
for years ( decades? yes, perhaps )
and you do it
just by the love that pulsates
out of that universe
that sometimes you let me see
out of those deep brown, amber hues
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