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As the young bud, reaches for the sun's warming rays,
So, I long for that warmth that is you.
The sweet taste of your kisses,
The gentle touch of your hand in mine,
The heat that exudes from your very being,
Making my heart beat as in days
Of yore. I fear: Are those days long gone?
With aching heart and failing breath,
I hear my heart question: Can my love be redeemed?
Will you love me,
Evermore?