Our fingertips trail along, as a dove
glides of guiding wings,
appearing to our faces, of
love singing smiles.
Within love,
as father you’ve proclaimed
a profound kiss
upon our melting hearts,
they burn as a shining star
in the mist of fallen color,
as while the air joins
of bondage in our hands…
instant blink,
we collide!
The value...
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'Our fingertips trail along, as a dove / glides of guiding wings, / appearing to our faces, of / love singing smiles...' They are wonderful lines.