Mending of the hearts,
blending of the minds.
Your words caress my soul,
and to me they do bind.
When doubt creeps into darkness,
blinding out the light.
You cover me with kisses,
and make all matters right.
You read each silent word,
written upon my heart.
You know me inside out,
you have right from the start.
You handle me with care,
like a fragile crystal vase.
You stroke me with your eyes,
as I feel it on my face.
Never has there been,
a fusion such as ours.
Not in heaven, or on earth,
we are higher than the stars.
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