I have seen this sort of change
before, from pest to priest
although it is rare
you seem comfortable with it

You hold your inspiration
in your arms
and she holds your heart in hers
she teethes on it
and leaves her mark

Take a moment
look into those eyes
and in doing
let her look into yours

Let her see her future
and you yours
it is a good thing...
you know
to enjoy the view.

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