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Let me trace your cheekbones
with my fingers,
feel the crags and valleys of
the face I love so well.
Let me place your head between
my hands as eyes of blue
look through me, flowing to
the core of my most hidden self.
Let me sing to you a crooning
tune that resonates upon the
evening wind,
a gentle song of wandering, of
loneliness, a song of coming
home again.
Let me tell you of a quiet
place where there's no
time except the present, with
no past to mourn,
Where the subtle shades of
right and wrong blend into
tapestries, a place where
hope is born.
May my love protect your
heart, although today you're very
far from me,
Let tomorrow find its way to us
and answer prayers of
fulfilled destiny.
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©2001 Judith Anne Labriola
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