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Her

Tender hand laid soft in mine.
Eyes of grade that redefine
My dreams for all this life could be;
And the smile crafted just for me.

Cheek content against my arm;
Gentle goodness, ever warm;
Flowing forth from wealthy stores,
Like treasures come from distant shores.

I sit amid a quiet place,
And watch her glad eyes read my face.
Her love, I’m so lost to explain.
Dear God, please God, let it remain.

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