How Do We Measure Love?
T Tom Billsborough
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How do we measure love?
My love. By choice or chance?
By the breath of memory
Echoing with smiles, shared experience,
Private words which water
The garden of desire,
The conspiring breeze
Wafting familiar scents
Across this small space we own,
Our intimate possessions.
Your voice becomes my song
And the whole throng
Of being rises like a choir
In descants with no ending
Filling the cathedral of my soul
With resonating power.
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