Out of the mists,
Rose an unknown,
He cradled me,
Lovingly.
Who is,
This gentle person?
I turn to see,
Now he is gone.
I hear him,
Longing to hold me,
Once again.
I do not know,
What to say.
I allow him,
Into my heart,
And hope,
Hope to God,
He will not,
Tear me apart.
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