Passion stirs
words seek once again
to play.
She lives in a world
of want and need
surprised again by a longing
which she’d thought
was quenched.
But
as the fire burns
still she yearns
each passing day
to feel alive
…again.
She gains strength
from love in ways which
most may never know
and, never
understand.
“Touch your heart, I’m there“
She touches it
..remembering
Assured of the presence
still held safe in that
deepest of connection.
Even in death
…She has never left.
~*~
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