Mshairi’s week of love: 1

Wishes

WERE your heart a flower
In a desolate wasteland
It would bloom
Beautiful and untamed
To give me joy
And infinite bliss

WERE your spirit a star
Shimmering
In the dark of night
I would make it
My shining bright
Guiding light
When my way was lost

WERE your soul a book
I could tenderly hold and
Carefully read
Your dreams
I would discover
Make them alive

WERE your soul a book
I could lovingly read
Your wishes I would
Learn
To make them true

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