Every time I lose your love,
Every time eyes open to dreams
That can't corral your quiet flame,
The silent corners of what's real
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This is a very soft and very beautiful poem, but I wont comment on the content itself until Brian explains to me whose love he has lost? ha!
Every time you feel you are estranged from God's love, you fall into a state of near death! But soon you envisage a kind of resurrection within you and you wake up to feel God's presence before you! A beautiful poem of hope and sweet expectation!