A page in a book

Posted: February 26, 2015 in Poetry
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Existence strikes a promise
Tongue and touch seized me
My resolution formed a kindness
Reasoned only with fate

I shelter in you I seek to care
Not a duty done
All sorts of passionately
A danger and a blessing

Reflections stood close
I fancied I smiled
In my secret heart
I loved – it gleamed through the dark

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