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I see you

In every small way,you made the day.
Life could be wrong and wretched,
or right and beautiful.
I will see it through you.

Tears hot and cold kissed this lovely face.
burned the flesh of my skin.
As like a pressing iron on a lace,
you warmed my heart, by loving me.

Does every lover have to wait this long?
To behold the face of the tenderly-loved?
Was it meant to be or are we illusioned?
by the loop-holes of our lonely world?

It must have cost a thing to speak,
those words only the heart can concieve.
you must have understood.
you must have seen me too.
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