Love Makes All Well - Poem by Rachel Henley
I feel your lips, in every kiss that I place.
Roaming with strangers and seeking your face.
But I can't and I won't,
I won't move, if you don't.
Side by side, tie me to the tracks.
Nothing is ever gone,
especially what was real,
the evidence isn't in our minds,
it's what we will always feel.
It's not waiting,
it's being patient.
Love makes all well.
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