Upon the rim of my eyelids look for Love,
not within the pocket that contain value,
not within the title of means, dear.
When first love comes it comes early
not within flesh but within Spirit
when first love comes it comes late
Not within dreams but within You
and all of you and your heart that
knocks upon the gate of a garden
whose fountain begins to splash!
:: 01-28-2019 ::
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