I see you
In the flicker of the flame
Reflecting the purity of your passion
In the bubbles of soap water
Popping out like your promises around me
In the colours of the butterfly
Resembling the shades of your dreams
In the taut strings of the guitar
Speaking of discipline of your being
In the hem of my dress
Holding on to till the very end
In the little finger that holds my thumb
With the same trust that you once held
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