Monday, June 15, 2009


Without your tenderness,
A hole is left.
My heart is beating,
Yet I feel bereft.

To breathe your smile,
I fill my soul.
Without this closeness,
Can I still be whole ?

In days to come,
I'd wish to be,
Certain of this love,
That has set me free.

You really became,
Like an Angel true,
Blessing my dreams,
A rare feeling, new.


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