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Move closer to me. Nearer still.
Tell me again–the same words you spoke as you lay in my arms,
when last I woke to find you there.
How sweet the song–
a melody in whispered tones.
The heavens smiled and harmonized
as I looked into and through your eyes
listening to the lullaby of the rain.
I need nothing else. Just this.
No next kiss, no reassurance to dream by.
If Life had no other merit that even Sages
throughout the ages could not comprehend–
confounding their senses, addling their brains–
it would be this:
You in my arms and the lullaby of the rain.