(in answer to Joan Hambidge)
I notice the impression of your eyes and face
and to me our love is intimate and more than a kind of grace.
No heathen astrologist have got to predict our days
while we do love each other in so many ways
and you do sneak into my poems that everywhere I find of you a trace
where constantly I find your footsteps left behind
and you are in my memories and constantly in my mind
and to me our love is intimate and more than a kind of grace
you do fill my flesh, soul and spirit and are present in every place.
[Reference;"Kode" (Code)by Joan Hambidge.]
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