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The Breath of Love
Is this beautiful summerbird what it seems Or utter bewitchment just to steal my cream This delicate thing emerges from its golden sheath Elegantly unfurling wings vulnerably hanging beneath Like Psyche awakening from Cupid's first kiss Lost in a moment between desire and bliss Must awake from this dream for the day is unfolding For if this is a colorful temptress fairy I must be withholding But maybe just a butterfly lifted gently upon the wind It is has been taken away help me Lord I have sinned
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John Beam
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