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And what then when the soul is so moved by her

that breathing becomes labored

and mere sight stirs all emotions?



She consumes me when I see her face.

I'm shackled to her sweet dream eyes

and so lost beyond the need to know her touch

that she becomes my hunger, my obsession.



Oh, that I would cross a thousand dusty miles

in heart and dream and in the very walk of my life

just to feel but a single ray of the sunshine

that seems to glow in her smile.



For in breathless, I have her eyes,

in whisper, I have her ears,

and in dreams, I have the promise of

a thousand restless forevers.