You are the thought of morning love that wakes me
The voice of beseeching reason that makes me see
The tender touch that draws me in and lets me go
The trusting smile that extends and lets me flow
You are first line in my virgin book of love
The recurring syllable in my little head above
The rhyme that sings in my meandering mind all day
The full stop that keeps my taunting troubles at bay
You are the reflection behind my formidable fear
The fear behind my searching scream
The scream behind my elated ecstasy
The ecstasy behind my lulled life
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