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Say you love me—in silence;
When you speak, your eyes,
Lips say, other words to me:
That leave me with golden tears,
Yet joy keeps me following me:
Won’t let me be weak–even if I am,
“Don’t you know, the Lord loves me?”
Unpredictable you—caught in a love trap,
Sure, not with you and me.
Empress Journee