in her arms

gave her away years ago, and she comes back every now and then

gave her up without giving up what i felt since that day i heard her voice for the first time

other eyes and lips passed by, some stayed some left, and yet are hers the ones that stay in that space between my chest and my forehead

is in her arms where i feel week and secure at the same time, still i haven't found the strength to just say i love you much