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sometimes i can't help but wonder if you really know

if you really have some ounce of an idea

of how much love i harbor for you

and that is what i do and it does

sitting in, on, and around my hurt

circulating through every atrium

and pumped through ventricles

there to distribute itself throughout all of me

never letting me forget what real love is supposed to be

and i wonder if you can even fathom what i mean

everything i dream and wish for me is us

I try to figure out, if you really understand things i want

wanting nothing exclusive, but merely inclusive of you

because over time i've become weathered by you

and the erosion of your touch and sentiment

have become a part of my inner hills and valleys

and with every part of me, i welcome every part of you

where our imperfections can meet

and guide each other down a road of refinement

accented by forks of differences and greater similarities

both facilitated by your divine knowledge

and guided by the infinite light of my smile

and in times of turbulences the very thought of we,

the idea and dream of us together makes it worthwhile.



Robyn V. Evans

© 2003