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Be Still My Heart

Quietly I gaze towards my love,
though she lays beside me,
I'm trapped in this wonder and 
know.....

Her eyelashes,
Her skin,
Her lips,
Her hair,
Her mouth,

to not have mornings view 
would be death to thy heart.
Not for a minute,
 nor for second shall I take for 
granted thoughts of life again.

Sunlight moves across and lays 
upon a second  soul, 
Showing arms clinched 
together,
Our heart is still,
as one.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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January 28, 2016 at 10:53 AM
RYAN, A great pleasure to find and read your poem today. Love ** SKAT **
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