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What words is there
that I can lay here at your feet dress your world again to the life, the promise that every soul seeks within. I have passed the days these few years that crosses the boundaries at times with hope, despair Though always with love. Its a long road this journey that I seek you in hope to find that smiling face touching the borders of my soul Knowing the intensity felt the quite calm, peaceful here when you tantalize my mind my dream in words that we together encompass Hold and share the hours away. What dare I say that has not in some way already crossed your frowned brow drenched you to the quite need And held you charmed. I see the sweet horizon with you feel the moon ebb her tides where your face would dress my horizons I long the moment like an excited child waiting the inpatient days that never seem to pass till I can see what echo's back From eyes that were always mine. Alisdaire O'Caoimph
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