That Day
Being away from you, darling,
Two Sundays,
And both so close to Christmas,
I find myself longing for that day,
That jubilee moment,
When our separated spirits
Will coalesce, again,
With the essence of our flesh,
And our segregated hearts
Will come together,
Belonging only to each other,
Knowing that our love
Is of such wondrous abundance,
Not even life can sunder us.
12/18/11 - (1)
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