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Poetry You surprise me at moments,
For the words that you speak,
Are rarely graced to mortal tongue,
I thank God in my prayers,
As I lay down each night,
For you; for whom the stars have been hung.
And the reason they shine,
Is for you to look up,
Into the endless heavens and dream,
If this world you know,
And this life you live,
Were to suddenly be erased and clean.
So as you hold my face,
In the cradle of your hands,
And kiss away my tears,
You say you would not ever,
Let them fall to the floor,
For such things of beauty have not been seen in years.
Now I take your hand,
As I say to you,
That your love will know more than me,
For I cannot grant what it is,
You desire and deserve,
And still continue to live here guiltlessly.
