Your heart is made
of pure crystal
that's so transparent
unflawed and pure.
But how alive it is!
And beautiful
and tender.
And like your neck
your shoulders
and arms –
it is so fragile
(as well as your dreams) .
And like you –
it's a simple perfection.
Because perfection
is always simple.
If you only knew
how anxious I am to remain
the permanent keeper
of that matchless gift
which you trusted me once
so confidently.
Igor Grey Balatsky
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-matchless-gift/
