To Be Touched...
You,
my lover,my friend,
are a godsent.
To be touched
by your grace and love
is a prize
too great for most;
and you choose
to let me,
the sinfilled me,
have it...
You touch me
and I touch you
and we hold each other up
to the light,
but not to poke and prode
each others' weaknesses,
but to marvel at each others'
strenghths
and show the world
how beautiful we think
the other is...
And You,
my lover, my friend,
shine in that light,
gleam in my eye,
and bring out the part
of me that thinks
that maybe I am worthy...
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