I Wish Our Souls Were One
I kissed you
And I touched your hand;
You were
Too precious to understand.
Your breath was like perfume,
Your tenderness
Like a child’s innocent heart.
But I’m fragile, too,
Not believing in anything
Except my love for you.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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