You spoke
and the listener would recall
a volume of information,
so much compassion,
the words would flow
in a forever cascade
of simple sweet ceremony.
Hers were a powerful draw,
his listen
would be for every moment,
he could lose himself in her eyes,
while away
he might only wish she would see
his yearning cry
for hearing her words
seeing her eyes
understand such is our lives
being found.
Please he thought
read my words …
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chris jensen
Damn, ifinn I have a problem listening too….
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