Imbued with You

Poems and Things

My year, the tears, pure love
was clear. Us two, born anew, only me without a clue.
I learned, and turned. My needs were burned.
Imbued with you, my love was true.
I’m becoming me. It’s a loving tugging. He patiently and tenderly,
carves away uncertainty.

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