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I've kissed you oft' in mind and soul,

with lips pressed tight to lips,

and savored passion's taste, true love's delight,

then whispered words to melt your heart,

a murmured lover's plea,

soft tender bits to stir, arouse, excite.



I've been your place to gently fall,

then kiss away the tears,

to be your strength when no one seemed to care,

then gather you within my arms,

and brush away the pain,

to listen with my heart, your soul laid bare.



Quite often words were hard to say,

from fear they'd have no worth,

misunderstood, their simple essence lost,

and sometimes words remain unsaid,

from fear they say too much,

a bridge of love's commitment left uncrossed.



I've kissed you oft' in mind and soul,

enclosed you in my arms,

accepted all, for better or for worse,

and held too long these things I feel,

so now I'll cross that bridge,

to whisper soft . . . I love you . . . in my verse.