I bite my lip, read through
my blog...you seem to hold
each letter now sold, tied in...
a passion expressed, untold
Your touch ever present
in each word, of every line
my heart is open as we stand
this beckoning test of time
Past not present, future a,
swirling dream...as we
walk entwined in an ecstasy
two souls in mind, to keep
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