I think that I shall never grow tired of this vista...
Sometimes I feel foolish
But the past does not matter
With your arms wrapped around my all
Tamyka Bell
Wherever I may be,
The same scene played out before me,
And I would have it no other way.
For not seeing sooner,
Or not believing what I saw,
Or believing but rationalising,
Or just not recognising.
For I know now,
As I always have.
So close, so safe,
I finally recognise your face.
13 August, 2004
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