Wrapped in a secret lies a murmur of time
Sorrowing a sadness held in a dream
Waiting love’s heart unto its waking day
Gathering life’s hope through the means of its verse.
A memory revived in the reverie of touch
Ceasing the echo of a prowling discern
As a measure of pleasantry abides with its voice
And the will of its purpose arises from tears
Into a softer way of love’s gentler care.
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