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Wednesday, September 2, 2009


Anticipation of a final connection
No touch will ever be the same
No longer will I use “Mr.”
I can call you by your name.

How I long to whisper in your ear
That which has been tucked in my heart
It is what we hold most precious and dear
And has defined us from the start

It is your most important possession
You will be sharing with me
And I welcome the release of repression
So you can finally see

That who you are is what I love most
Giving of your self, is to me no game
No longer will I use “Mr.”
I will call you by your name.


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