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May 2014
My heart races when I see that picture.
That connection was almost like an electric current.
It was only three days into meeting him,
already so attached.
But his path led south, miles away from me.
I know his heart is here, and he will eventually move here.
Two hearts, equally leveled in faith, joined at last.
I must have patience for him,
and him for me.
Hope Youngblood
Written by
Hope Youngblood  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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