My hands cross your cheeks.
The senses are satisfied
and then I awake.
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My hands cross your cheeks.
The senses are satisfied
and then I awake.
Could my broken heart
be what can rescue my soul
and lead to True Love?
When the one I love
kissed another tenderly,
I saw my dream die.
Predawn air is crisp.
The scent of sunrise is sweet.
Simple things, God's Gift.
Is it wrong for me
to dream of your perfect form
wrapped all around me?
Trees stretch to Heaven.
The roots give them strength to try.
God help the rootless.
Passion entwined us.
A streetlamp witnessed our kiss.
Then you ran away.