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Thursday, April 25, 2013

A Patient Lover

A Patient Lover

In the Garden of Her Love,
I live, waiting, for Her fruits.
Of Romance, many seeds,
Have I kissed into Her soil,
With reverent hands and lips.

My deeds like the Sun,
My blood like water,
My heart like fertile soil,
Gladly, I give, waiting,
Like the farmer, patiently.

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