Your touch
like a resplendent memory 
that washes over me and holds my soul
gently, reminding me of an ancient love held true

Your kiss
like a peaceful dew that 
settles on the grass on a Winter morning
reflecting the magnificence of everything

Your love
like the warmth of the sun’s rays
lights everything in its path and nothing is ever the same again
Nor would I want it to be

Petah-Jane Hall

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