Thursday, April 23, 2020

your love

when you touch my hand
I truly understand
the wonder of your love

when you say the words
you think I haven’t heard
the sound of your love

when you whisper my name
and I know that all is changed
the meaning of your love

when you hold me close
saying I’m what matters most
the offering of your love

what I’m giving back
all that I once lacked
the returning of your love
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