THIS IS A POEM BY NINA ESTRADA-PUYAT.
Make me the liquid by your vase contained
Make me the clay that you would shape and mold.
Make me the puppet by your wish ordained,
The shadow and reflection of your world.
Make me the memory of your smile when this
Is fled. The glimmer of your tear before
They fall. The sigh suspended from a kiss
Conceived and born in your heart's inmost core.
Let me be the music that your fingers play.
The instrument beneath your singing hands.
The echo of your voice, the midnight of your day,
The eddy following your soul's response.
For, Love, I would be paint beneath your brush:
Distinct and yet united, we two at last.
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