S

Touch me, ever so softly
heal me, ever so deftly

When your fingers
move through my hair
a calm spreads within
ever so lightly

When the darkness
mounts all around,
and silence reverberates
in the closing walls,
you wave that
wand of magic,
that guileless smile,
and change my world,
ever so brightly

When your head
rests on my shoulders,
and your hair
caress my cheeks,
your faith, it touches me
ever so deeply

And I hold on
to this dream
ever so tightly


S: This year, I don’t want to keep it for the last minute.

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