The Imprints of You
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Your voice is the sounds my heart makes in the deepest throes of night.

The Imprints of You

Your voice is the sounds my heart makes

in the deepest throes of night.

Your eyes are what I see

when the darkness takes my sight.

You have a sigh like music

and a voice of softest melodies.

Your arms are the safest place

with a kiss like destiny.

But you wandered

near and far,

Now I'll never know

where it is you are.

But I still think of you

when the moon begins to crest

and I close my shading eyes

for another night of rest

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