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The caress of
your understanding
soothes my soul
words stream
from thy lips
as the rain to a
withering flower
parched from
moons of
drought
The warm glow
of adoration
calls forth
buds to form
so they may
unfold
&
envelope you
with sweetness
the blooms
arise
to greet
the light
of your
brilliance
all else
falls away
the petals
and leaves of past
seasons
...this alone
becomes the
meaning of
existence
as I
yearn
to yield
the fruit
of my heart
where all
fear
&
pain
dissolve
into a
blissful
surrender
11:44 PM
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