Re-Loving

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Re-loving is reliving, revealing and rediscovering many a thing,
Like spring blooms coming out of naked winters;
Like a diamond's coming of age after years of silence;
Like iron coming as a revelation from the skies, 
Making possible civilizations and the romance in elevators;

Re-loving is your and mine replaying
The hums and tunes of love recorded in the past;
It's our replying to each other with 
Many a song of arrivals and departures.
Re-loving is reveling in your presence.



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