I remember when you asked to be born; and in the same breath not wanting to leave home. 

Do you remember when we were children and 
how hard you tried to explain why sunsets always made you cry? 

Oh, how you loved waiting for the stars to come out and shine. 
Night after night, as we sat in the presence of those brilliant stars - you would hold out your hand, and my two left feet had no choice but to follow you. 

You should have known then that I have always been yours. 


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