Flagrante plagio o A la manera de Paris

I've surrendered

I'm surrrounded

by tiny, soft, hands

ruthless in their tenderness

and relentless in their neediness

I've ran out of steam,

of personal space

and dreams

but filled up with love

and light and blind trust

I have to be a guiding light

a haven of safety

the welcoming arms

and the reassuring calm

I try my best

and fail a thousand times

a day

but each tiny embrace

says I'm well on my way