Memory

Trembling and afraid it stared at the space around it groped at the air, it sought a helping hand that was not there. It took a step, small, small; it fell it pouted its lips with loud sobbing, tears of terror from its eyes poured down: from the eyes of the newborn love in my heart. Now a woman in this heart with those same shining newborn eyes looks with a smile at the memory of distant fear; without any dread of club or monster or stone, paired with you in the bed of immense love...