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Sweetheart
A poem of movement,
A smile like the shy lighting up of the sky in the early morning,
A touch like the finishing strokes of an artist’s brush,
A voice like the whispered rustle of leaves softly swept,
An eyelift like the raising of heavy curtains,
To reveal milky blueness set with jewels.
A whisper –
Of love, of surrender,
Of strength, of courage,
Of steadfastness, of loyalty.
The promise
Of a dream for all mankind,
And a cause for hope.
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