When I am at my lowest,
All seems hopeless,
Or I feel alone,
There is a place
Where I can turn for
Peace, love, and fulfillment.
That striking brown heaven
Surrounded by porcelain skin
And tawny locks,
Will forever open a door
To you, my love—
And therefore is all I
Would ever want or need
To be whole.
—C.R.E.
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