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Slaves

By Barb Davidson

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Am I the slave or is it he? Wonder which, who can it be, He worships my body, frees my mind, Without his love, this I’d never find. Need his loving to make me fly, Without it now, my soul would die, But unless he feels returned energy, He cannot give it to back to me. Magic is the connection we make, Mutual loving for both our sakes, The time soon comes for us to be near, Our minds and souls will leave this sphere. When we touch, our souls will merge, So close we are, right on the verge, The love will be whole and truth will show, How much of each other we both know. Two souls will melt to become, Bodies joined and minds as one, Then mass will no longer be required, Energy and power will find form desired. Long for the day, when I am he, Melded minds as he is me, Leaving behind our earthly ways, Joining forces where the creator stays. Barb, 2002-03-09 Written September 3rd, 2002 © on Apr 11 2002 10:47 PM PST    18 • 0 • 13

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