I have always met the world with my heart in my hands.
Some loved me back. Some took pieces from me.
From some I had to ask for my heart back, we just weren’t meant to be.
And some broke my heart, and left me to grieve.
I will always believe in love.
That is my choice.
It’s just that time & pain have made me tired,
so in my dreams, I carry a secret desire…
I wish to meet a man who would weave his hands with mine.
In his support, I would find strength.
In his soul, I would find my mate.
And in our palms, we would carry our love.
In a world that easily forgets what magic is like,
one story at a time, we would bring joy and laughter and belief into lives.
Like a light guiding you home….
Our love would be a symbol of hope.
That is my wish.