Chance and the Hands of Time may try to break me,
Wind and Storm may rock this feeble Heart,
Cascading Tempests may batter my Sensibility,
And Billowing Waves, in trials, tear my Strength apart.
Upon the Shore, ‘neath the tumbling shelter I’ve built,
My Sight blurring Spectrums Colour and Impossibility,
My Hands Encumbered with shackles of Self Inflicted Guilt,
There, You Protect and Guard me ‘gainst Self Tyranny.
Guiding my steps, with Arms Outstretched, Surrounding,
Never hindering, But Near to Catch my Fall,
You Walk Beside me, Though I Live a Foundling,
Braving the dreadful Tumult and the Squall.
Love, In Your Most Splendid Glory to Show,
All the Mysteries and Wonder My Heart Can Know.
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When Love is struck
Upon the hands of time,
Waiting with a purpose,
Chaos becomes rhyme.
When Passion is played,
Plucked like a lyre,
Patience finds merit,
Tears become fire.
When Love is promised
Before life takes breath,
Yearning has its answer,
United beyond death.
When Eternity spans
Like the Cosmos turning,
Love Without Ending,
Flames without burning.
When Union is true,
Two Souls share One Heart,
Endings are beginnings,
Never again to depart.
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