The Lifeblood of Words
Can we disreguard words?
Do they mean so little
Until spoken face to face
Do lines on a paper
Written gently, with tenderness and time
Make them any less a saving grace
If we let love wonder at will
Then vunerability is awoken
Our very being open to its core
But the very belief
With which we share our hearts
Allows us to love like never before
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