Love Poem

Let me gently hold your heart

blowing warm air into it

like a burning fire,

stoking the lingering burnt embers

that lay beneath your sole.

As I fan the heat inside you

you’ll taste my sweet air,

feeling it surround you

with clarity and light.

And as you grow in warmth for me

your ashes and pains of yesteryear,

will simply wash away.

So, Let me gently hold your heart,

there is no reason to fear,

my hands are steady,

and my heart is clear.

copyright 2000

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