These words, they were not said
Your eyes have been singing in my mind
with power, a symphony of possibility,
with light, a full moon dancing brightness around my darkened self,
with depth, showing from afar the murmur of your soul.
I long to hear the warm rhythm of your heart,
to conduct our desires to selfless fulfilment,
to hear your mind sing to me of love.
(c) 1999 Dylan Harris
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