I knew I could not hold the sun

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I knew I could not hold the sun

with these mortal hands

or caress such perfection 

without cracking its glass 

 

all I knew was beauty I beheld

and the need to hold on

as it taught me how to be

gentle with its perfection

 

mortal hands never should hold 

perhaps

such precious life

and yet I'd like to try

if you'd let me