nature of two, of a dove,
the love can never be seen.
Presence of touch in the palm of your hand,
a gypsy ladies cup, seen trying to understand,
a faith not lost in a redeeming hope,
for a quest in life, lets an honest man grow.
Thank you - a word, not a meaning in full,
one prayer for one star i now give to you,
for those who know in their heart of hearts,
Im blessed by you all.
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