My Beloved
Only the touch of my Beloved
can bring joy to my heart
That touch can come with a breeze
a sudden glimpse or a word of
tenderness
So now I may remember
that the Beloved, Lover
and Love is One
And close my eyes
for a moment of peace
not to run from place
to place and catch
That can not be caught
Ps. Margherita, thank you so much for your words and the picture of the girl getting kissed by the morning sun....(it was a mistake to post it on "inner walls...
with love
Lilie
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