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I wish to give you a gift from my heart to yours nothing tangible, but oh so palpable, it is this, my love;   It is the joy of a child opening a Christmas present, or finding a lost, loved toy, wholly bursting with the potential of imagi...

I wish to give you a gift

from my heart to yours

nothing tangible,

but oh so palpable,

it is this, my love;

 

It is the joy of a child opening a Christmas present,

or finding a lost, loved toy, wholly bursting

with the potential of imagination and games yet to be played.

 

It is the kiss of a baby,

pure, wet love on your cheek,

and the open heart of an innocent.

 

It is the glorious, exquisite pain

of a heart broken by lost love,

real love, keen like a knife.

 

It is the slow, graceful, rhythmic movement

of a lithe dancer, sinuously swaying,

mesmerising.

 

It is your Mother's touch,

when you fell or were sick or anguished,

and all she could feel for you was there in her fingertips.

 

It is the sweet ecstasy of climax

with a lover who knows your soul

and loves your entirety with theirs.

 

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