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By Cire Nehtrow Date: 2012 Jun 21 Comment on this Work [[2012.06.21.16.50.16484]] |
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Of dust and ashes we arise, I cannot grasp how they comprise, A beauty so complete and true, The grace of God I see in you. Your heart, your mind, your happy smile, Your hair, your eyes, your subtle guile, Your winks of fairies friendly games, Grace of bearing none could name. The love I feel within my heart, I never wish to leave or part, So by these words I make it so, To tell you what you would not know. Though death may come and body steal, Naught shall dim this love I feel. |