Love, your embrace remains a wake
In the lake of my past. I make
Miniature ripples where I peer
Near enough to see near
Your heavenly eyes.
Distant love, nameless future,
Where am I to drive through
These lonely days? To lands of
Wishes? To the cloud guiding
Me to hear your perfect song?
To there where imagination watches
Our Lips touch as every flower
Kisses springs omnipotence...
Love, centered, you remain my core,
The altar to my secret temple,
The meaning behind my holiest hymn.
Love, where Always-Winter Warms
To Spring, comes beautifully a reawakening...
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