Saturday, January 01, 2011

the lesser lights

My love, you had a great love once
and god knows, so did I.
We see each other's far-off smiles.
We hear each other sigh,
recalling heights our hearts have flown.

But it's your day I want to warm, now -
yours; now, no one else.
Your eyes meet mine, we
have our understanding,
and it helps.

Your love is true: for me. My love
is true for you, and we have found
together we can see our path
by lesser lights, and walk as fast
but closer to the ground.

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