Naiad
John J. Coughlin, 1997
How can it be
that my heart's now alive?
I had thought it to die
long ago.
In the shadows I pondered
the course my life followed...
and where it now leads,
I don't know.
As I sit here alone
and your name haunts my mind,
I feel passion...
it burns at my soul.
And I sing out your name
as I long for your touch
and I know with one kiss,
I'll be whole.
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