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A Poem by Paul Pruett
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Sitting at home, letting my mind just drift, this idea came in to it.
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Time marches on, endless.
I can’t wait to hear your voice again.
Those sweet sounds are God’s music.
Say my name, O, Angel, say it once more.
 
Oh, to look upon your face again.
Each curve, each line, the fall of your hair.
I can never memorize enough to be without your beauty.
 
Touch like you did a moment ago.
Velvet finger tips firing my flesh.
Aching for its return.
 
I want to kiss you once more.
The rose petal lips caressing mine.
The delicate flick of your tongue.
 
When can we make love again?
Our union was all that I’d hoped for.
Nay, so much more.
 
I love you.
I can not say it nor show it enough.
I love you now and forever, amen.

© 2009 Paul Pruett



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