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My Miracle
A miracle has locked my eyes
And they will never be set free.
An essence of him wraps me 'round
And consumes the whole of me.
This miracle has locked my lips;
They have lost the will to speak.
This bold, vivacious, witty voice,
Tossed away to less than meek
My miracle has locked my soul,
Me, in my entirety.
Mind, heart and soul are bound by him,
My all is conduced by he.
Yet miracle I call him still,
Yes a mystical gift from above.
Yesteryear I was content alone,
Yet today I am in love.
©2005 Kelly A. Barlet
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