Will you sing another song
for me, my love?
Whisper-close, I reach for only thee.
Can we make this love into reality...?
Hands running through your
hair, and there
are worlds within worlds, somehow opening
in me. And you respond.
Swift and silent, gentle,
I feel you reaching into me again.
Even as my soul melts into yours.
Come, my love, and play
The passion of this music must go on.
Whisper-close, aflame with every possibility.
Without it, what the worth
the meaning of it all...?
? Michaelette ?
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