God stamped you in my life.
Deeply embossed in gold.
Emblazoned through my journey.
Leaving tracks where you go.
A history patterned across my heart.
Weaving and threading through time.
Each beat in sync with your step.
Each breath reflecting mine.
My mind gave no directions, nor did yours.
The worse for it we blindly went.
Bumping walls and locking doors.
At crossroads often, deciding...
Treasured map or off to hell.
Still traveling, you tattoo my life.
Stopping for rest and thirst.
Onward side by side, through day and night.
Together we build our globe.
We map our world.
--Diva
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