IN JACQUELINE'S ARMS
In Jacqueline's gaze a truth resides.
Within her soul I find my silence.
Throughout life’s whirlpool our love remains true.
In her smile I find my embrace.
The years have passed but memories recall
the moments we shared in our concealed retreat.
In silent nights I recall her voice.
in Jacqueline's arms I find my sleep.
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