Trying to find my way
through the darkness is difficult,
unless you open your eyes,
and let the light shine through.
For it is you,
I beseech of you my love,
embrace me tenderly,
as I lay dead upon the cold ground.
Hold me ever so dearly
that my soul shall fly to heaven,
taste of me one more time,
to awaken me from my deepest sleep.
They say a kiss is but a kiss,
to me yours were sweetly life giving,
more than a myth, but reality,
your lips upon mine to resurrect my heart. . .
Timothy Michael DiVito c2020
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