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A man. A light of a different hue.
He owns his weakness and in that, strength
My soul finds space to breath anew
The voice, a balm to my wounds
He stirs up peace and laughter true
A man. An essence of victory.
He draws out new feelings like a piper
The echo of an unwritten history
Felt not the union of prayer’s origin
I shiver. I yearn to taste the mystery.
A man. Unique in his stance.
His passion, a fuel for my own
God- knit with adventure and chance
My cheeks warm under his eyes
A thousand words in just one glance