Strings

Hands tender and strong,
Each touch plays a different song.

Lips soft that sense their way,
Warm eyes that make me sway.

Breath, I can feel you breathe,
Sleeping man, I can only conceive.

Your silent dreams as we lie as one,
My dreams are realised having you, my one.

Your generous heart and fortitude,
Embraced in your arms I’m positively glued.

VERA TYRER COLLINS
 

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