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All a life to know whom you want, and to find her, and she you, and together forth each is all that matters, beyond us all else a blur.

But how much of all is as clear as life, with those
eyes, once found, familiar and welcoming.

And she feels the same, both the mystery and the key to it —
You’re the center.

Together all is life, and worth returning toward,
an ongoing rapture.

Yet times arise when an end to us is feared, despite assurances.
The blur of all without the eyes … What is found can again be lost.
And lost, and lost, and lost … PLEASE STAY!

(February 1994)