I won’t send you pictures
These words come from my heart
If you stop to listen
You will find that you’re a part
Of every thought that glistens
On the morn of each day’s start
I rise with such pure passion
That it’s pulse is not contained
Here in is the lesson
What I express is not in shame
My touch becomes my blessing
As I release and call your name
Friday, December 30, 2011
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