Avowal

May the spirit of grace move in you,

See these letters glisten the dew;

From tender scars come words of love,

Absorb the pith and be my dove.

 

Too long have thoughts drifted unsaid

And eddies ravished the storm-tossed head;

I give my vow, a naked gift

Stripped to the core, be my uplift.

 

Gloom sinks low when I think of thee,

A lucid light on the wide sea;

Road unrolls to the beat of time

Your hand in mine, be my sweet rhyme.

 

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