Post No. 802
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Whole-hearted
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There was a hole in my soul
A bowl waiting to be filled
A crater crying to be crammed
Teeming with feelings
Memories of You a part of me
Others cannot see
I am the vehicle and You the Driver
Behind the wheel, taking control
My heart is in your hands
And You will always understand
My search to return
To what was and will be
Always when I step into eternity
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©Denise G Allen, 18 May 2015 07:15