For Gust - Poem by Toni Atchison
page on page I write anew,
giving vent to my desires.
I read my soul to you warily,
a timid inner child.
You gasp in mental ecstacy,
emotion fills your voice.
And everytime I'm struck again
at the wonder of your love.
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