If I could cup that moment;
In sweet caresses, that are meant
Just ‘twixt you and me;
In the clutter of thoughts,
I see that gentle stream;
Trickling, tumbling, telling,
Its tale of love, spelling
In every word of this verse
I break free from the curse
The silence that would speak
The gushing rapids, to yours’
Is what my eyes seek
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