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The Soul That Calls To Me

I hope I see you today,

soul that calls to me.


I hope you smile my way.


It’ll make my week,

if I can just see your face.


I won’t need to listen to music,

if I can just hear your voice.


I was never sure if angels were real,

until I met you.

Now I know

that there has to be a creator,

for we could never sculpt such beauty as you.


It’s your energy,

as much as your physical beauty.

Your energy is beautiful;

it glows.

I want to be around it as much as I can.

It makes me happy

and full of life,

and these days,

there isn’t a lot that does that;

but you do,

soul that calls to me.


If I could just see you today,

then I think I will be okay.


-C.H.


 
 
 

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