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Amidst the seasons flow.

Unforgettable as if the heavens brought him here to astound me,
His pale complexion in the evening glow, the waves of love inside me deep, amidst the seasons flow

Should I ever have opened my heart, to such adoring ways, he may become the arrangements 
Of my comforting days

Had night rested peacefully upon him partial faced with stars, if I'm forbidden to acknowledge this love , would there be open scars

He may just be the light I crave,  so fortunate to have seen and heard
All the whispers of his soul,  where delight would fly as freely,  as the tender wing 
of a beautiful bird

So I set my sight upon the sky in hopes to see him dwell in light 
Feathers come with greater strength and grace within their flight 

Maybe he'll fly to the opening door 
And stand there in the hearts held ground,  in the light of heavens glory within the space
 I've found

Only to move the tides of many seas, and chamber then this romance raw, the sweetest love I've ever felt,  and wished upon then to explore 

The opening of a dream defines what a person can achieve,  and I with love must wait the seasons and strong by heart believe 

That love shall be the guidance,  and stars shall always retain his glow, and if love bares the weight I carry,  someday soon he'll let me know. 

 

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