Somewhere when she sees the sunrise alone and filled with longing,
sitting in quiet listening to voice seeking to rediscover her life
that got lost after all the nights of chasing moons never caught,
I'll be there to hold her hand,
be the mirror that sees her truth and will love regardless,
even when the world has grown cold and silent.
For the somewhere in my heart that gives it a beat,
is the one I know can only be found
in the space between her arms
as the shelter we both share in silent caring embrace.
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