For Bun.

Come little girl,
that I shelter you from the world,
that I shield you from hurt,
that I melt into my embrace your sorrow
before it even comes.

Come, that I hold you near,
that I give you a love and caring I have never known,
that I longed for but never saw.

Come, that your life speak of the beauty and joy
which I want you to live for the two of us.

- Denis Guiet