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stirrings, living in quiet delight
peaceful, loving in closeness
hearts beating, speechless at his sight
searching, for best words to express

oh, dearheart race blurring my focus    
cessation of bad habits seem pallid
Ahh, dearheart is there really us?
Thoughts and dreams could be valid,

foundational longing, solid ideal
melting looking at his face
validity of an us, only his words seal
loving patience, maintains this pace

thoughts so real causes tingling
come unto me always, with your feelings in hand
realities and knowing, show me an inkling
Blurt out your love, pray we are not blowing sand.

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