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The Gift Of Love



Inside closets

I hid

beneath

old trunks

of

memories,

Exhaling bad habits

I'd grown

accustomed

too, Through

many years and

fallen tears.



Then she kissed me

with lips

soft in hope,

Wet in pleasure

of finding a man who

simply wanted to

cherish

the love they both

wanted to share.



The door

opened

I stepped into

her light

found my way into

shining love,

In her eyes

her heart,

And she handed me

the gift,

The gift that is she.



And I am

a better man standing

here, Embraced

in the beauty of her...



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