these arms
have ne’er forgotten
the warmth
that was your touch
fingers still to ache
beneath the burn
verses grieve
a loss of words –
pleas for one more time
destiny
rewritten
sacred rhyme
my soul
protects the memory –
of other
lives I missed
my heart
denied the breaking
by your kiss
. . .
I love the line “ache beneath the burn” 👏 👏 👏
Thank you, Alina! You humble me.
☺
How deep is the well of the heart … Happy Easter 🙏🏼💕
…expanding to hold everything ❤
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