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My wish . . . a selfish wish indeed,
Is to be worthy of your love.

My fondest wish . . . long held . . .
Is for you to know my heart.

For you to hear the words I fail to utter
In deference to a day long past
And a decision made binding.

For you to feel my love,
Though you may never feel my arms.

Can you see the truth in this?

I wish for us a single day,
Perhaps a day unending,
When all else fair or foul or fey,
Would be but a shadow fading.
And, save for the influence we exercise,
All outside would hold no sway.

I wish for you the enduring wonder,
The thrill of arriving to begin again.
The joy of beginning and living long
To the rhythms of you own making.

My fondest wish . . . indeed my selfish wish
Is to be worthy of your love.

Posted at 5:49 a.m.