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Mar 2015
For a song I would love thee, as no one loves
bright as the ever-moon, your face shinning still
voice as a nightingale, singing songs of deliverance
sung low so most won’t hear, but I heard you my love
in the winters frost, I heard you bleed through the snow
like I am hearing you now, with my eyes closed
For I beseech you like no other women has known
like the absence of every meal, I am missing you
finding it harder to feel your touch, don’t let go
I am almost upon you, soon my love we will kiss
and that kiss will close the door of our forgetfulness
of our lost country, our lost dreams, and our lost love
BB2015
John 3:16
bobby bielik
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bobby bielik  San Diego, California
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