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Doris Mary Chircop
SOUL MATE
Deep reverence unveiled on proud and lowered gaze
as knees on weathered leathered pew she bent,
in solitude.
And multitude in absolute oblivion swept
from pious ritual prayers raised did praise,
with fortitude.
And yet they spied with doubtful eye on nameless face
that tumult hid in meditation’s depth,
with captured mood.
But they knew not her smile nor tasted gaze so rare
save him, who had her heart and soul bewitched;
Who ‘midst his peers now distant stood, beside his fear
so close, so very close to her, whose mind he’d wooed.
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