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( based upon 'It's Too Late' )
Your soft admissions, your depth of feeling,
your Love’s-confessions, these have me reeling!
And as you spoke, I could see the soft mist
of your voice, ascending: my ears were kissed!
Mists rise from your soul, brush past your heart,
and issue to me from your sweetest part!
I’m bathed in your smile, I’m caressed without touch!
My Darling, your laughter blesses me SO much!
Sweet portal through which your words have just passed!
“Do you love me?”, I hear it, but does it really need to be ASKED??!
You relly write good about that women. If she don't want you... I wish I could use spellchek here. I hope this is not a mess.
Friends,
Mary