From A Contact With You

your words were couched in the perfect language of love,
I relish in them whenever I recollect,
they are nectars to this bitterness,
brushes that scrub off sorrow’s dust.
the marvellous good that ensued,
from having a contact with you,
I think is enough reason,
to allow you reside in me

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