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You @ Me
by
Marion Medley
I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as you@me.
Across the ether's flowing breast
We press our hearts till they caress
To know the other's tenderness.
A poem that lives to love all day
And lift itself in child's play.
A poem that may in sweet despair
Cry for the one whose love they share.
Such poems are made by lovers like me
But only Love made you@me.
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