Intersect Of Our Hearts

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I have made the journey,
mirrored now many times
in vain excursions of the heart,
whose only reward was
articulation of emotion spent;
a dire roadmap of a life
whose footprints never led back home.
Paths that might, to wiser men,
serve as roadside billboards
to beware, and yet,
whose postings only seem
an invitation for one more fool.
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I made the journey once, to you,
who were yourself a
voyager of providence,
who thought it then best
to allow our paths to cross,
having both seen along the way
the hazards posted by
unwitting wayfarers,
who were themselves turned back;
but now tethered, as I am, and bound
by love for my child.
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I may not travel on, again
that avenue to you,
whose inviting presence
is my first consideration,
with each new day of choice.
I will not seek new paths
of windward drift.
I know that road now,
and if I am allowed
but one more journey,
it should be to the
intersect of our hearts.
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