Love Songs To My Future Wife - 2
glassy eyed wonder
I see you wasted because this world
is not what we were promised
you are a mirror
and I am a black veil
seeking a flame to guide me
somber night song
your voice is a mist among the trees
unknowing nurturer
unseen and held close
I am the root blindly begging
to be drowned when you descend
so we may be joined forever
and together free from waiting
hand in hand we pull each pebble
and walk until the desert ends
your touch is autumn
turning strength to gold
and I am only here
to strike the wind against your grace
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