Oh who am I kidding

A thought will shatter the day

A breeze will take me away

Your voice commanding my presence

Berating the child within

Anger melts when you come out to play

But for one moment and only one

I forgot why. The gentle stroke of your hand on my cheek

Your thumb on my lower lip yes

At that moment it isn’t you and I it’s we

We live then. To live is to Love

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