VIII

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viii. Matt

 

Her hands, soft and smooth,

Hold my face close to hers

Her palms against my cheeks

Feel like home yet again

The rest of my life

I promised to Amelia

But here I stand so close

To a lady I barely know

Love

I can see it in her eyes

Hope

I can see it in her smile

Faith

Is all I need right now

To believe in love

The second time around

Lost in her stare

That warms my heart

I almost saw eternity

If only she uttered not

Albert.

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