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remembering

would e’er the truth be hidden
in hands
I long to hold
or stories known
where ending –
love begins
swept along on destinies
found our way to home –
light is folded passion
to the skin

would e’er I choose
these aches to still –
to free this sacred vow
to gather now
with will to lose the same
as blossom without berries
blackbirds sweep the sun
winds resound –
but they don’t know
my name

would e’er there be
arms so wide
would hold eternity –
or count the times returning
for a kiss
would suffer
every might have been
for one more letting go
love is come from moments
sorely missed

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