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Apr 2012
How could I my love express
or capture all the tenderness?
My lips do feel against your own
Ink and paper, away be thrown!
Kisses are the perfect word,
they find the rhyme but need not be heard.
Speaking purely of my heart.
Singing sweetly, works of art.
Margaret Hein
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