Gift

Months under his care, I've more to return than just mere gratitude. His selflessness guiding of my starving yet naive soul, means noth' but signifies my flaws to my disability to love. I witness the esscense of love, evacuating the void of my aimless pace in the creepy breeze. I'm no longer a beauty to the eyes of being, in hope that I'd never have to display noth' ever. Only you.

~Petite Fille~