Bowled
Over.
Over
head, but under arm,
You
came to the places,
Where
my soul be found.
I
stay open to the light,
Being
here with you brings,
And
count so many joys.
If
I were a lonely skittle,
You
have brushed so close,
I
fell in the whispers then.
Close
to my beating heart,
The
way you enter has,
Kept
me alive to see.
How
I love the passion,
You
can share with me,
Being
in my world.
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