were gifted love
such sweet embrace
of light to word –
and patterns raised

across and through
these onyx skies
as learning writ by lullabyes

as living sworn
to souls brand new
and seasons
I was come for you

on velvet tiptoes
down the board –
as whispers – not a one
I heard

of other lives –
my sore regret
was not for loss or places met –

but hours spent without a kiss
remembered well
the choice for bliss

one day of all
I’ve known would bind
my heart to yours –
as verse with rhyme

would weave the night
as daylight does –
renewed by faith
unmade by love

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