By Thomas McLeod, thomasmc@together.net
Date: 13 December 2000
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Last night on our bed we made love, I dreamt
While the moon in its full, round light did shine,
And provide a cover from heaven to tempt
Me to keep without stain dear memories, mine.
For now by the day I cannot thee see
But by night in bright dreams does such,
A sweet gift of faith ever come to me
When again my love's face do I touch.
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