Leave It To This Feeling, Fateful
Let drop; nor try should we
To pick up on
Words' sense again.
Lures more Love's mystery
In that stilled place
Where God does reign.
Let's just sit; to recline
On what feels right
For this wonder:
Eying, eternally fixed
As fated souls
Know the other.
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