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Only Love
by Mark Carver
Sometimes I sit and I think
I think about all those times and places
the women who I have loved
and the women who have loved me.
I wonder what they think about
when time is short
and life is as still as the wings of a bird of prey
and memories are long
like the sun at daybreak
as it pushes along the world
I can see them at a kitchen table
the candle flickering
and just maybe they think of me
and how I would love to touch them one last time
and tell them
it was only, ONLY love.
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