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From The Four Seasons of Dawnyelle.

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  I squeezed his hands. “I love you, Justin. So, so much.” I opened my eyes to see wet cheeks and warm, brown eyes staring back at me—with a loving gaze so intense that my heart melted.

  “You have no idea how much you mean to me,” he whispered.

  “I think I do.”

  He smiled, and I wiped away his tears.

  Then we stood and walked back to the apartment, hand in hand, and I couldn’t help but think what a lovely thing it would be if,

  for the rest of our lives,

  we could walk together,

  hand in hand.

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Rebekah

[thank you for your] grace

Make your arms

My arms

So I can carry

Those who need

Your gentle hands

To your House of Healing.

Make your heart

My heart

So I can give

Little pieces

Of it to everyone

I meet.

Make your light

My light

So I can shine

On the path you've

Given us to explore

With you as our goal.

And maybe give me

Some of your peace

So I don't

Fall to pieces,

But can instead

Rest in your embrace.

Rebekah
p.s. it's been so friggin long since i've posted that i forgot how i signed these things. sorry 'bout that.