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I want to tell you this-
That on days when memories
Almost burned me to death,
Your eyes were like wings
Sweeping through the heart of me,

With just a smile or word
Or brilliant kiss.

I rose in your presence
Like a sad Pheonix; nested in the soul of you-
Found love dashing against my weariness.

Tenderly I leave all my gifts with you-
Secretly I leave you my heart
For the days or nights
That may get hard as stone.

Though this fooled world
Left me to despise- always
I have adored you, known you
In any corner of light
That ever lived in me.

~Heather Lenz

Poet, writer, artist, publisher, editor