In the heart and soul are cherished; memories of divine intrevention meet with a strangers words or touch, lost forever, yet kept close within our mind.
These things for which are never curse nor blessing haunt our present with the wanting of the past, mingling the paths we chose to follow.
The calling voice of mornings wake,the winds' breaking breath , the whispers of a lovers thoughts , are nothing to compare our first meeting or my desire for a next.
Come to me in my dreams again, and again until fate feels fit to match wants and desire with it's welcoming kiss, and in this life may we become what others envy.
My love is yours; in this life or one to follow; I wish nothing more then to be held within your heart; as I hold you within mine.
(CMD)
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