Charles M. Moore - This love.

Where to now sweet mystery
that haunts compells and beckons me
and stirs my every waking hour
with hope abandoned

Mortal I to scenes of you
in the realms of dreams with you
with fear I may awake from you
and find you gone

Taste and scent I take them in
touching all that is of them
surrounded by the air of them
the water sweet

Growing in the heart I see
being every part of me
you and I were meant to be
and so this love.

Charles M. Moore

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