When I was alive
my passion could
in a word
well it might thrive
in the eyes
in the wise
in the matter of love.
When something occurred
a someone
she is not simply a notion
a lovely
a mystique
fascinating in eyes
stole my heart.
When I was alive
each moment,
every step,
a glance
each time I might say hello,
I could write a word.
I don’t want to go away,
I do wish to embark
I need no sojourn
to understand
right here is where I am
out here forever
I’ll wait
I’ll write nothing new
to help me forget
this fascinating response
to knowing my
heart does carry my soul
in the hands of
a sweet,
an everlasting
glow.
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