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Poems of Hope and Love Come to me, beloved, or shall I come to you?
I see your world-weariness and rawness of soul,
I know your ruined heart and leaden bones
as my own.
Here - into my tender arms enfold,
Rest your aching head upon my breast,
My love is a poultice, my kiss a balm,
Let me wrap you in my healing aura
And suffuse you with my spirit.
I will shelter you, hold strong for us both for awhile,
Just feel me, Love, and forget the rest
Dream of halcyon days, or dream of nothing at all,
But let me cry your tears for you.
