Sandstone kisses, tempest blisses,
Worth that waits at bay.
Chiding low lights brings forth the night, with all the right things to say.
Timid fingers find what lingers as we move forth in gentle sway.
Touch so tender, my being surrenders, to you, come what may.
I will surely place you securely with in my heart to hold
Never foresaking this vow that I’m making, till when eternity unfolds.
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