thrumming away a lonely guitar....it wakes me up.....the sound of your voice////////the wake of your words......send me emotionally unwinding in a rare space of freerise.........the soul of yours is a gem that can't be encapsulated in words........the feast for my starved senses......i welcome you in my arms.........i wish there could be more contact here......no buts or ifs i walk over ......to let you swing in these arms........i stay alone.....i wait none longer......i stretch into the weft and cleave of your heart's gravity.........i story that can't be retold too simply any more .....i wave this chit of paper and let the wind carry it away on wings of a dove.......of heaven ......your home these level plains...... of my heart......i waver no more ....i caress your love in those livid eyes of yours.......i care no more i try no more to try..... i swing in these dileria......wash me away over to you my waves of love.....wash me near your heart's coasts......dearly nestled in these arms... flesh and blood .....for a pound of mine........now in your soul....rests my love............a dream that has become a memory.
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