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heart, and taunt. All the wishing, and wanting Can, haunt us to the grave But, those things we desire Is, the only worthy, slave. At times, something simple Like, a place to lay our head Comfort, of arms holding you With, no words needed, said. To look deep, into the eyes To see, the love thats there Is the only thing, that it takes To tell, how much, we care. Miles and years may be, many But desire, transcends them all It can be sent on the wireless Of the heart, and the minds, call. Del Abe Jones 02.01.2012