Heart-Shaped Face

I remember the first time I saw your heart-shaped face
you were perched on a bar stool
I’d mistaken for the stump of an old tree
eyeing me like a Pisces
eyes bright black
not like stars or the universe
infinite in the way someone
knows themselves completely
who has survived great misfortune
who doesn’t need to hide anymore

You flew into my life when you were needed
on wings held aloft by an inner peace
I haven’t encountered anywhere
not even within myself
Every feather touch is an anchor
keeping us rooted to a moment
where past sins fade away
into the light of a future
full of possibilities

There’s a road stretching out into uncertainty
I don’t know where it leads
as long as I see your heart-shaped face
that’s all I’ll ever need


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