The Dearest Friend

When I was a girl
love was a kiss on the cheek before bed,
a kindly teacher’s pat on my self-absorbed, little head.

Then, as I grew up
love was lost in fantasies amazing,
lustful yearnings left to merely gazing.

Later, with Wisdom
Love turned my soul inside out and in once more,
a gracefully bouncing Spirit through any open door.

Oh, how blessed I am
to know the heart-filled, soul-filled presence of
Love, the Dearest Friend from above.

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