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29/10/2016 A poem about what I think may be my purpose in life

This beautiful waking dream.

Your hand in mine,

your cheek pressed against my chest

or my face.

I hold you to me,

I kiss the top of your head,

inhaling your scent,

knowing you feel my ardour,

knowing you feel my love.

This is how my life is meant to go;

I create, I produce love,

and I flow it directly to you.

To me, this is both the meaning 

and the worth of life,

to create and love and

to give of self freely.

 

 

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