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Prelude
Some nights I watch
As you bow your head,
Perhaps in reverent prayer,
And I’m taken by the
Stark wonder of
The moonlight in your hair;
And terribly gently
You lift your gaze
To softly draw in mine,
And I’m thrust into
The storm and waves
Of something so divine;
The brush of your smile
Upon this old soul,
Its wonderment
Dares me be whole;
A most timid kiss
It may yet be,
Though it ripples on
Through eternity.
As you bow your head,
Perhaps in reverent prayer,
And I’m taken by the
Stark wonder of
The moonlight in your hair;
And terribly gently
You lift your gaze
To softly draw in mine,
And I’m thrust into
The storm and waves
Of something so divine;
The brush of your smile
Upon this old soul,
Its wonderment
Dares me be whole;
A most timid kiss
It may yet be,
Though it ripples on
Through eternity.
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