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The walk across the midnight bridge in the storm

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The smell of her damp hair

The fullness of her human-ness
as she touched my arm

Beneath those compassionate eyes

Sweeping across the city and the world

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AND OH THE MANY YEARS !

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Her words!

always in my mind !

The way she 'd stop and play with every lonely child

Or  talk to anyone who seemed ill- at- ease

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She is part of my soul
My heart

My mind

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Seeing the world thru her eyes

I now see the world thru everyone's eyes !

AND IT IS GOOD

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I could say she is my wife

I could say I haven't seen her in a while

I could say I haven't seen her in a long time

WOULD IT REALLY MATTER
ANYHOW

Love being what love is