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O goddess of love
I pray you’ll be
the rise of dawn
that lifts me tall
into a selfless plane
beyond the hunger
in my veins
for tender pulse,
for selfish bleed.
I ask you, meet
this longing high
that love be like
a willing star
that has no other need
except to shine.
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(c) 1995, 2015 Betty Hayes Albright
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