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age, blessings of the heart, bliss, divine intimacy, life, love, memory, moments of eternity, time, value, worth
when my days are swept
golden –
into all I have left
when moments
are counted for more
I shall look at these hands
and remember the ways
they warmed to your longing
as never before
when my ears have misplaced
the sound of your voice –
a melody penned
long ago
as my eyes
fill with tears –
once reflected by yours
ocean deep pools
of your soul
tho my arms be denied
the reaching around –
I will rest in the memory
of bliss
when my tongue has forgotten
the taste of your name
my lips will remember
your kiss
. . .
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Your poetry is beautiful.