To those dearest at heart
Love is a fair trail that binds both heart and mind,
Rather that i be,in secrets behind a mid - summers love Rather that i treasure momentirely upon wishing,
To say love is the least of my worries Would be a sincer lie.
But i am content within these wounds
To say such love reeds that i am indefinite need,
Even the heavens know of this.
I applaud you for keeps And i feel the need to say "I can love" Never would i lie to you It saddance me to know that it only existed in my dreams,
knowing that i am insulted by patience.
But i kept my distance
True "Time drives from field to fold
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold,
" Well that was bold Inspite of range
When another you lends a brief kiss as leverage,
I reasoned (Concerning you) Certain and strangely comforting
I knew . . . I realised, That summers binds are very much a winters evening,
but this was just the beginning.
Rather that i be,in secrets behind a mid - summers love Rather that i treasure momentirely upon wishing,
To say love is the least of my worries Would be a sincer lie.
But i am content within these wounds
To say such love reeds that i am indefinite need,
Even the heavens know of this.
I applaud you for keeps And i feel the need to say "I can love" Never would i lie to you It saddance me to know that it only existed in my dreams,
knowing that i am insulted by patience.
But i kept my distance
True "Time drives from field to fold
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold,
" Well that was bold Inspite of range
When another you lends a brief kiss as leverage,
I reasoned (Concerning you) Certain and strangely comforting
I knew . . . I realised, That summers binds are very much a winters evening,
but this was just the beginning.
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