Written concurrently with the first of the White Sunday works, in 2009, this shows a powerful yearning.
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warm to the touch
pale to the light
in your embrace is the purest delight
faith in your word
trust in your heart
knowing that never we should be apart
for love is a binding
a test of our souls
to see if we dare to fulfill our true roles
halves of perfection
lost until when
we find our completion and our lives can begin
the search may seem endless
but I know what I've found
a song that at last seems more than just sound
soft kisses of crimson
and peace to my nights
as I lay down beside you in the fading of lights.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.