At dawn’s first glance,
A quiet penance awaits my soul
It is what you make my becoming be
A chirping, a fragrance, sweetness
And everything in between – a dream
And I know,
That you can put your arms around a memory
Hold it close, and make it live.
Whilst you create the enchantment which wrought us
We build a smile out of this oblivion
There is but unknown destiny
A strange walk ahead today
In a forest of cowering legions of doubt
And though pain may smite and shadows claim my sanity
My steps still tender; my hands swing a happy tune
I walk this walk; a walk I gladly walk
With none but you
For you hold dear everything near
What angels call my Dearest be.
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