WHAT TO SAY... II...

OH, MY LOVE...

Most miracles are small enough in scope
You scarcely notice when they are revealed,

Last weekend, though, they fell in blazing showers
On every hand, and I just stood amazed.
Volcanic my responses — life and hope
Erupted where I thought my fate was sealed, an

Outcast, once come out, bereft of powers.
How much I loved that face on which I gazed —

My love, you spoke three words and I could cope—
You chastened me, and all my wounds were healed.

Let me but have your love as in those hours,
Oh, let me still be him you have embraced!
Verse fails me, but at last I know my heart:
Embrace me, and I too will do my part.
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