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Apr 2015
I wanted to speak plainly,
but as nature has reached you,
so should I in the way only love can hear

If you can listen to me now,
while I am still alive, you will always know
of my desire to draw you near

There is nothing left between us,
only desperation, for the time has passed
for lovers to wait for their dreams to appear

I am circling your world, drawn
by your longing for eyes that open at night
to show you what you once watered with tears

I want to whisper to you now,
so that you must come close enough for me
as the exiting calm begins to disappear

I will not touch you until you are ready,
but the hair on our arms will rise before us
as nature's calling will turn fate away from our fears
Mark Lecuona
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