Saturday, August 2, 2008

Your Place

Be at peace, dear,
There is no war here:
No battle to fight,
No enemy to fear.
There is no need to run.
There is no need to hide.
There is no need to search
Fathoms so far and wide.
Here, in my love,
Is your place to abide.

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