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Abiding Love

Fruit of our hearts, sync
Merged, in unison we think
Our minds, telepathic
Our feelings, empathetic
Our souls knit neatly
Love her completely
Hopelessly devoted to him
She is my prayer hymn
She wakes me like dawn
Shines till sun goes down

She is my treasury of love
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Abiding Love
Sunday, May 14, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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