But there could be
Tears of joy
Tears of loss
Tears of confusion
Measure by measure
To live the life of love
For she is not through
I hope to visit you
So that our joy
May be complete
I feel my skin
I hold my own hand
I breathe my breath
I am thankful
To have met you
It was a benediction
Yet the questions carry on
To purge oneself
To cleanse oneself
To love oneself
World without end
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