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Isabelle

September 5, 2012

Your soft hands of mercy,
Your heart on your sleeve,
A Garden of Eden.
No Adam. No Eve.

Just your arms about me,
Your soft lips to be kissed,
Your eyes to get lost in,
A heavenly bliss.

A thousand mile distance,
Seems a million to me.
Paradise far-flung,
Is where I’d rather be.

Until I can hold you,
And take you all in,
My life’s incomplete,
No beginning, no end.

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