Before you, I was a quiet room, A half-forgotten, half-remembered tune. I walked a path I thought was wholly mine, Not knowing I was but a single line.
And then you came, not with a crash or shout, But like a language I knew all about And had forgotten, till I heard your voice And felt my weary, wandering heart rejoice.
You are the steadying hand upon the helm, The quiet corner of a chaotic realm. You speak the words I never learned to phrase, And bring the color to my monochrome days.
I do not know what threads the fates may weave, What cosmic truths the ancient stars believe. I only know my search is at an end; My mirror, my echo, and my closest friend.
Pam Beach ‘Beyond the Blog’
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