The Mark


The Mark

Why have thy lips left a mark on me-
An eternal one that I cherish?
A mark not made in the dark
But in the light,
leaving no blemish
The mark for me is an indelible one
I often close my eyes with remembrance
For it would be a travesty
For me to shun
A memory worthy of reverence
Confused by my sentiments
You must be
But life gives gifts to us
These are blessings
I choose to remember and clearly see
the special treasures
Found in precious things
Twas given and received
Not sought, this gift
Treasured forever
with the utmost thrift

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