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Feb 2016
She speaks to my soul every night.
Even though I don't know her name
I know that she is out there
Loving me with all her might.

Her signals spark in the weirdest of places
Online
Offline
In songs playing in retail spaces.

Love is a magic that is true and strong

The one that truly has been calling to me
Deserves me near
.she must be so worn out from trying to reach me for so Long.

When the day comes and I find out her name
I shall find her
Hold her
Forever loving her deeply true..
As I Trace back her signals from which they came.
Kevin Michael Kappler
Written by
Kevin Michael Kappler  Illinois
(Illinois)   
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   Rapunzoll and Bianca Reyes
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