My story ends

Sometimes I can’t think,

Can’t clear my head at all;

But you lift my chin,

And look down with great, tender eyes,

You engulf my soul with your glance,

And every thought flees my brain,

There’s a lump in my throat

And tears in my eyes,

Because you love me still

And I can be brave,

Because this is how my story ends.

~ Ilana Reimer

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