Agape

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My eyes speak what my tongue conceals
For they long to etch your grace
Deep into the heart it heals
And mend he who craves solace

Agape, I prize our precious time
Rhapsodic bliss, your company
I die and wake, I laugh, I rhyme
For your joy only sets me free

My soul yearns for a melody
A wish so dear, a tender start
A cure for every malady
Lullaby for the lonely heart

Articulate your love, my love
If never, forever I'll stay
A sentinel, a loyal dove
To serve every waking day

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Written for PoetsPub Pubber Of The Year contest.

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