January 25, 2009
Come, take your hand and place it into mine,
Brush the tendrils of hair from my face,
Let our heartstrings reach out and intertwine,
Just two on this earth sorrounded by space.

Beauty of the world revealed in your eyes,
Feeling your heart beat so soft, so gently,
Your presence raises me up, lets me fly,
As words fall from your lip so contently.

Warm breath whispers vows that course down my skin,
And under the surface, reaches my veins,
Where a seed shall be planted deep within,
Drenched in convictions that fall like the rain.

Oh, remember those nights when you held me,
This love, a circle, forever to be.

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