With Words (Kyrielle Sonnet)

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With words, emotions ever trace

a loving trail upon thy face,

as tho' my quill were apt to seek...

a soft caress upon thy cheek.



If thou dost feel my love from here,

then know in dream I hold thee near.

Thru written verse, my heart doth speak...

a soft caress upon thy cheek.



My ink flows with a tender fire

lit by a flame that thou inspires

rendering me trembling and weak...

a soft caress upon thy cheek.



With words, emotions ever trace

a soft caress upon thy cheek.

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