Love

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I find myself in the silence of your breath,
In the rising and falling of it
I find myself in the words you never speak
I find myself when my fingers run through your hair,
When time has no meaning left
Neither does my name, nor my body
I find myself in the sparkle of your eyes
In that deep awareness within us that knows
I find myself in the space you create for me
I find myself in love...

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