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My Delilah.

I remember her on our porch,

how she closed her eyes in the sun

as I held her close to me.

I can hear the wind chimes from a

summer afternoon.

I was always clinging to her,

trying to savor our quiet moments.

she knew I loved her, without ever

learning my words

and she loved me right back.