To see you smile is to receive your touch of blessing, included in your world, for short moments. To see behind those moated eyes beyond all camouflage of fate, all despised darkness of infirmity, that you know the brief fleeting glint of light, is purest joy.
You are loved.
Take this hand for each dangerous adventure of step until you are strong. Take this hand for untold tomorrows lying in ambush for your soul your smile your joy.