Well of Wishes

Her voice in the wind echoes to me from some far off place.
The note resounds within the deepest forges of my soul.
It lingers on the porches of my ears.
It touches me inside.
A rush of desire burns there, like a fire ever burning within me.
She is a well of wishes, like a long continuing dream.
She is a dream that I can add to, like the pages of a book.
Her kiss, a refreshing start to each day. Her warm body
next to mine, the missing element to a vision of happiness
I have yet to know.

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