If yours were the only eyes to read this poem
it would still be worth the writing.
If yours were the only hands to turn these pages,
yours the only soul to listen –
it would still be worth pouring my heart into.
For each poem is written in the hope of finding
someone who feels the same.
If only you read it, and understand –
then I am not alone.
Heather Williamson
Poetry on roots, love, life and faith

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