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If I could put to a poem the words held in my heart All evil would be consumed by the beauty you impart. The mere thought of your beauty makes my eyes burn with tears; The warmth of your kindness makes nonexistent my fears. How my arms yearn to hold you in my undying love, Your soul carries the beauty of a pure snow white dove. Feeling the beauty of your soul and the warmth of your embrace- Is to feel everlasting happiness and be joined in eternal grace. Christopher T. Moore November 12, 1989
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