A butterfly flutters on by,
its wings whispers your name,
A rose basks in the morning sun,
the scent reminds me of you.
A gentle breeze caresses my face
your touch, gentle.
So many times, the words within
my heart are unlocked by my soul,
and they begin to come out -
Love, Passion, Beauty,
Grace
How I yearn to say these words,
But don't know how,
I just have.
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