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Wandering through Safeway,
Without you waiting back at home,
Looking through the love-cards
For a less-than-tacky poem,
Missing every fibre
Of your much-beloved hair,
Like Wordsworth with a comment
I turn - but you're not there.

Meandering on the keyboard,
My fingers tap the keys;
I am thinking of your fingers:
Much more slender, fine, than these.
Writing you this love-card
With some music in the fold,
I cannot help but note here
That our love cannot grow old.

We have never walked the safe way:
Hand in hand, we've climbed the cliff;
Pushing ever higher, deeper,
We enact the great "what if?"
What if love and truth are one there?
What if life can trample death?
As we scramble to the summit,
We are one; we plumb the depth.

And this knife-edge that we live on
Pares away each childhood fear;
While the Word we breathe and feed on
Makes us one - and you are here.