My hope for you love
Affection is a gift that bows
The radiance of the night sings in its galore
As the lost tales of amour in their quest squander in their rhythmic flair,
The sky adorns the coy hue of the dusky blue,
As the endearing charms mellow to the beauty of the moon that glares
Affection is a gift that bows before the very eyes,
Pain sinking deep into the crevices forewarns the truth that belies.
Cupid as it quaintly locks its prey,
My oh my one must sit in the presence of the eternal stream and pray.
Seek reverence that in insanity sanity it keeps,
A love that is more endearing than the charms found under the waters of sleep.
If you must, seek adore that in its entirety, accepts the storms within you,
Not just the concealed smiles, but also the tears of your scarred soul
Hidden under its sinew.
Love in its grandest passion, love in purest form,
I hope you receive a love that liberates you from all your doubt
As I trod towards the end, I hope you heal from things you never talk about.
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