Love Letter From the Soul Xl
M,
Tommorow, but how, tomorrow
long it may be, til then
til paths create and journey
upon virginal grounds
birthed together
our cleansing souls
tis tomorrow not far enough
that today we must pain
we must suffer,
in silence
it's true we have words
and we have song
and foresight of fortitude
when fruition fates the night
and we fall, mad or not
we fall, as one
let it be tomorrow
where doors open to loveliness
where happenstance holds your hand
souls dictate in poetic dalliance
as the sun sets and the moon rises
inside
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