by David O'Brien

Created on: July 23, 2009

Has anyone seen, the one that I adore
Plush is her presence, groomed beyond more
A pleasure to see, the very smile on her face
Written in time, we all remember such grace
Please point me the way, to this memory I know
Once arrival is met, then this feeling will flow
As my joyous tear, moistens the paper that I write
Replacing all of the fear, that I no longer invite
Our soul is now captured, with a physical touch
Time has stood still, allowing more than just much
If this is but a dream, can I wake right away
Never waking to find, this feeling to turn gray

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