Love is an Aching Wish to Give

Morning breathes

We sit by the side of a stream; you and I

Feet dipped in water

Playfully, tenderly

I take your hand in mine

And hook my fingers in yours

And ask

Which of these fingers are yours, my heart

And which are mine

You look at me, dawn on your face

None of them, my darling, you say

They are all yours

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