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A faded memory rushes back to me

Of beauty, devotion, and surrender

How had I forgotten something this sublime?

Was it Her wish that I did? Or was it disobedience that stole the thought

To taunt me late with might-have-beens and endless possibilities

That wander just beyond my grasp

Her lips a cool remembrance

Redemption...benediction....peace

How lucky I was to have shared in Her pleasure

How sad to be lost again without Her mind.

- chris