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In my heartThy heart hast my heart, and mine hast thine! Thou art mine, and i am thine. am Staying my soul, to treading this path divinely designed, and so shall my lot in awe of the Lord, Touting my will to protect thee, in-spite of my feeble form. So, when trodden, my heart shall be calmed by the touch of thy lips...... (c) Nyasi shortforms 2013. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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