I love with all my being,
Left with nothing but all that I am,
No reservation nor words but deeds,
The joys of giving, the joys of living.
In moments to hold oneself,
In steps of faith i walked,
A gift through pain revealed,
A being of a soul in passion.
In thoughts of muses,
You hold the songs of times and myths,
Where shadows lurked, the light began,
The truths of living moments.
A.E.O.
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