17 Friday Apr 2015
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divine this, here, love, sacred intimacy, sometimes, still, touch, truth, value
how many lives
to find anew
the part of me was missing
a longing sweet
the heart could ne’er forget
this tender flame
your precious name
hands to fit with mine
returning me
a promise
the soul remembers
yet
. . .
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