The Whispering

 

Emerge my Love

Free of the shackles

That bind

 

Allow My Love

Your depth of listening

To Unwind

 

Fall My Love

Into the pace

Of Grace

 

Your aching,

Vulnerability,

Shines.

 

Touched open,

Quivering bud,

Of the faceless.

 

I Love thee

I claim thee

Come to me.

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