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 In Your Love
 
 Your love is
 feathery light,
 lifting me up.
 Like sun to my
 skin, caressing
 my soul.  Like
 rain on moss,
 nestling me.  Like
 butterflies on flowers,
 tasting my colors.
 Like willows sweeping
 the ground in graceful dance.
 Like liquid silk, and satin,
 and lace, adorning me
 beautiful.  In your love
 I've found place.
 
 RJT
 
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 My favorite Sound
 
 My favorite sound
 is thunder on a breezy
 summer night, lying in
 your arms, while
 you're holding me tight.
 My favorite sound
 is whispers in my ear,
 telling me things I
 so long to hear.
 My favorite sound
 is raindrops coming
 down from on high,
 hitting the roof
 and making me sigh.
 My favorite sound is
 laughter, cheery and bright,
 making my heart mellow
 and setting me aright.
 My favorite sound is
 "I Love You", coming
 straight from your heart,
 chasing away doubts and
 all that is dark.
 
 RJT
 
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 Will you Think of Me?
 
 
 Tomorrow.....
 I go away.
 
 I  wonder........
 will I
 in your thoughts stay?
 
 
 Will your thoughts be sublime?
 or will I be........
 out of sight,
 out of mind?
 
 
 Will you give some time
 of me to ponder?
 
 
 Will absence make
 your heart grow fonder?
 
 RJT
 
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 You Held Me
 
 You held me then
 under the sun,
 when days were
 free and full of fun.
 You held me then
 on my front porch,
 when my heart was
 heavy and my soul was
 scorched.  You held
 me then by the riverside.
 We lay in the sand
 watching the sky.
 You held me then that
 day in the rain.  You
 kissed my eyes.  You
 said my name.  Please
 hold me now in your
 arms once again.  It's
 where I find solace;
 It's where I can mend.
 
 RJT
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