PURE

Speak of me now and I will hear you;
Think of me now and I will feel you.
This tie can span any distance
And shall not weaken with the passage of time.
You planted a seed of hope deep within,
And your gifts have been nurtured
So now they may grow with me.
Each new day brings a promise to my spirit:
Nothing can taint a heart so pure
That it shines like a candle in the night
And sweetens all the hours.
As sleep overcomes me I fade into the shadows,
That I may glow in the realm beyond this world
And be reunited with my love.

Tamyka Bell
08 September, 2004


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