just as crucial:
who am I?
What of me's reflected
in the glimmer of your eye?
Which dimple hold my secrets,
which hand might hold my heart?
Which curl the one
that gets a tug
while we are miles apart?
Which words that tumble forward
are echoes of my own?
What seeds of mine will flower now,
for they have all been sown.
How shall I be remembered,
as your first and greatest love?
I'll be your home forever, sweet,
you fit me like a glove.
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