forgive the past
to rattle
pages loosed by time
words i dare not worry
lest i grieve
the path i took
to find you –
love we came to be
one night i saw
you there
beyond the trees
when morning
you awakened
to understand my ways
how many tears
this longing to appease –
for this
the hand
that holds my heart
the lips that warm
my name
a summer dream
surrendered you
to me

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