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Love and Christianity Poetry

A lovers poem

Will you stare into my eyes when I say I missed you,
To see the strings that hold my heart melt before your gaze
And the fire in my soul dance for the joy of beholding you?

Will you hold these tired hands and caress it
As a skilled guitarist would with his instrument
To assure me of undying love even as age chastise us?

Joy is my love when I see your happy self look at me
Conveying words that only my gladdened heart see!