That's how it started.
She wrote a fic.
She wrote a review.
I knew it then.
I knew she knew.
We would become friends.
Who shared a common interest.
Who shared a passion.
Who wrote fics and reviews.
With simple dedications.
That touch the heart.
That touch the soul.
With her beautiful writing.
A creation from her love.
Her passion.
Her soul.
Her 'Touch'.

Thank you so much for this lovely touch!

Lara, dear! that was amazing! I have no words for this magnificent poetic version!

I'm still in shock! i can't believe that Tru's father would take away his granddaughter. I hope there aren't any evil intentions on what he has planed next for our darling little Tru/Jack girl.

beautiful <3

Of course I enjoyed reading. What's most pleasurable about reading what you write is the use of beautiful words, the deep meaning, and the passion with which you write.
I love the imagery in this poem, especially how you describe the baby as a piece of art, molded from non-existence, a balanced whole made from two halves. That's beautiful.
Looking forward to part 2.

That was very good. But everything you write is great

whoaa...that was cool ...I'm not big fan of poetic and I think I will always prefer prose but I liked it..it was good...looking forward to Jack's POV... I really liked this verse :
But every work of art
Must crumble
Must bleed ...and how you repeated it...it leaves such interesting feel...well done!

hm...couldn't you write another Tru/Jack thing but prose this time and without any children, something on how they got together please ? I'd love to read something like that