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I’ll tell the story
with words
you once knew –
of the ways I have journeyed
on my way
back to you

I’ll tell
of secrets
we shared with the stars –
of lonely surrendered
one night
to the dark

I’ll gift
my portion
tho words won’t explain
of moments so tender –
tis there
we remain

I’ll tell the story
tho my prayer
then will be –
that when I have finished
you’ll tell it
to me

. . .