Where the light finds its home
in the shadow of my heart
There is a place made only
For your hands to touch
As sweet as your name
against my tongue
is your smile
to my eyes
your laughter
to my soul
your touch
to my being
You are the reason
in my madness, the hope
in my despair, the joy
in my sadness
I am only who I am
when you whisper
my name in the darkness
-kg
10/13/98
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