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When you're young
sex is a part of everything
As you grow old
it sits in your soul like a faded rose
Still something beautiful
that bids you remember
that once you were brimming with life

And I do remember
that look in your face
as you probed my expressions
to see who I was
That yearning for oneness
with your true counterpart
The destiny given by God

These images fade
into sweetest contentment
The sense of things satisfied
Contentment with peace
We rest in the hands 
of the one who provided
desiring to draw close to His face

Words, music, & audio recording
© John Brusseau, 3/21/2026