Love
If she doesn't speak about me
How does that even matter.
Ask not her;
But to her hair, lips & shoulders.
And Feel it close,
Hear through them;
Her hair would perfectly shape me,
Her lips would design my face,
Her shoulders would build my body,
Her fingers would finish it whole.
And her presence
Making her first memory
In my eyes
Would Light up my soul,
There, alas
There shall you find me.
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