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Dearest Love




It seems you came to me
like an angel from God's bosom
saving me
from my own mind
of
entrapment and loss
my dearest love
When I see your face
I smile
your voice finds a warm place
in my soul

I rise again
to be
strong and vibrant
my dearest love

What words can provide

thankful feelings
you saw love in me

when my reflection

was empty

my dearest love
I awakened to fly again
to move
towards higher heights
afraid that I must move on
move forward without the one
who nurtured
my spirit, loved me dearly
my dearest love
my love for you will never cease
but has changed
I will leap

without holding your hand

or needing your touch
but my heart will be towards
you
always
for you are
my
dearest love

July 7, 2008
inspired by the ending of a relationship that blossomed into a strong friendship

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