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wherever my heart doth beat
your own heart hears sweetest
the gentled rhythm of its tender drum
this occurs without quarrel
nor need for immediate crisis
to be solved
for you are ever the loving
devoted one
and I am your precious
living, adoring doll
I make mistakes
certainly
and ponder missteps and
subtle veiled truths
but I trust you implicitly
with the well being of
even my every last
fatal flaw
you whom sees me so very well
attributes warts and all
continues to love me stronger
still
I am in debt to your frank heart's
'Fondest Longings'
cleaving to the welcome walls
of your thoracic debtor's prison
that of which whose gallant confines
I never wish to be released from
for your love holds me closest when
you say nothing at all......................
(March 27, 2010 143am)