Closure
Softly, tenderly whisper it to me once more.
I must hear it before the closing of the door.
Tell me in a voice that's wired to my soul.
Tell me you love me with a love I alone know.
Hold me, mold me to your charms complete.
Soothe me with balmed hands before I sleep.
Of a truth, I need you now as never before.
There is a beckoning from that distant shore.
I tremble now, feeling the fateful hour near.
It will cruelly seize what I have ever held dear.
But we know in the back burner of our minds
that for every love, time this moment finds.
Softly, tenderly whisper it to me once more--
hurry, Love, there is rasping at the door.
(Written in 2015.)
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