In the morning of a summer day, I looked into your eyes and saw Love. I listened to your words but have no memory of what they said, yet remember well, how they caressed and soothed my most upset moment. I felt your touch, and was filled with warmth, and a knowing that you support me inwardly, and defend me outwardly. So I give to you that which I receive with no memory of where it started, and a continued vision of what we share. I love you. In this moment, and for all moments that ever were, I Love you. 3/16/2000 - dave waite |
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