Right from the start,
why did you hide your face.
You turned from the sky,
with your heart,
you claimed my light.
You inherited the woods,
I spoke in you three words,
you felt my need to hold.
In my hands, your love,
my pulse, lites up your face.
Right from the start, one heart.
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Like the touch of graceful fingers on harp strings...hear, a heart sings...in whispered tones of light this beautiful write. :)