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by Adam Silver
St. Paul School of YouTheology
June 2009

I see you.
But I can’t.
They tell me no.
Your smile, your face, your body
Why is it that in the pages of
The ages, their vision falls short.

I want you.
But I can’t.
It tells me no.
Your smell, your touch, your kiss.
How is it that in the paces of
These faces, the distance is lost.

I love you.
But I can’t.
He tells me no.
Your ?, your life, your presence
When is it that the sign of
A dove means anything but love
The love is forever.