I've had pens
various shades of color
gently pressing their tips
so mesmerized by the ink
that bleeds to make
harsh thick lines
I've had men
various shades of character
gently pressing their lips
so enthralled by their breath
that thickens to make
a kindred communion with mine
But now you have me
hued with pristine reverence
gently pressing my tender sentiment
so subdued by your tranquility
that envelops to make
a weary soul believe again
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