So bitter, not quite sweet
Savoring the bittersweet
Taste of your presence
A memory so clear, the tense
Present not past
That moment did last
In my thoughts, in my dreams
Round the corner, betwen the seams
Lingering ever so quietly
The thought of you near to me
Spritually aware
With a glance and a stare
To the Lord above
Seen a white dove
As I asked for a sign
From the one divine
For this I am blessed
And my mind is put to rest
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