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What love is this
that floats in gently,
lifts me up each
time I fall down.
And in night's cold
there in my dreams
where I sleep peacefully.
What love is this
that holds me close
till all that flows
are tears of joy
and whispered,
thankful prayers.
A love that knows
no time, no space
just constant- always there.
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What love is this
that fills me so, yet
leaves my arms so empty.
And keeps me reaching
till I can hold love close,
this love, a part of me-
the heartbeat of my soul.
Denise Gabrielle
© 5/28/1999
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