There is love
That wants only to sit besides the open heart
For it sings a song that God hears
And feels at peace
There is love that you can not explain or explain away in details or expressions of change or sorrow for its song rises like mist, becomes morning dew on the window where two naked bodies lie. Drenched in sweat from loves greatest calling....
Creating droplets of life
That will heal
In my song........
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