Saturday, May 31, 2014

If I Miss . . .



If I miss the miracle
Of smile upon your face,
If I fail to recognize 
Your fingerprint and place,
Where will I be?  Where can we be?
When moments are esteemed,
For what they are: a present form.
We are, by love, redeemed.
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