Rain pour down
Cup the music in the sound
Beat of my heart not forgot
The heat of your hands on that soft spot
Pulling my sins
Shattering them to bits
Before me
That I cannot claim them
In your presence
Implore me
Forgiving me
All I’ve ever wronged you
My sweet darling
I love you
I would only walk with you
Talk with you
Face the dawn
Silently smiling
For each and every one
Your hand in mine
We greet the sun
And feel the whispers in the pine
Knowing this language
Your’s, their’s and mine
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*musing*
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