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April 29, 2007
A New Meeting
life, poetry
I had seen her face's features.
Now I see her face's whole;
her beauty lifts my soul.
I had seen pictures of her.
Now when I look at pictures thereof,
I see with her the spirit of love.
I had thought her to be many people.
Now I see she is only one.
Awe fills me; the love has begun.
And thus happiness fills my veins,
and thus I give her all I have to give,
and thus I love every moment I live.
Posted by Trevor Savage at April 29, 2007 2:50 AM