Come.
There
will be,
No-one
left to see,
What
is held inside of me,
Unless
you come and set me free...
Once
I went,
To
places following scent,
Dreaming
of a love this meant.
Searching
on, till hell be bent.
Wanting
you alone,
Shared
where our spirits roam,
Reaping
of the seeds I'd sown,
Finding
me one I'd call my own.
Everything
I thought,
Now
more than I sought,
Revealing
all life's lessons taught,
When
you came, my blessings brought...
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