My beloved!

When I see you, I see the fire,

a hymn, a hope, a desire;

Your touch makes me weak, your tone makes me dire.

Running wild, drowning deep,

The ocean might fathom my grief;

My beloved! I have promises to keep.

I have been here before,

But when or how I cannot tell;

I know the grass beyond the door.

You have been mine before,

How long ago I may not know;

But just when at that swallow’s soar.

The fervour in the love, the sweetness in the brawl

I qualm the veneer;

your mien makes me calm, the quibble makes me fall.

The more I loose, the closer you come,

like a whiff in the air;

the anima is apparent, the frame makes me numb.

You call me your mirror, then the juggle must end,

for the flowers I want;

you have the gardens to tend.

I want the epiphany, I yearn for the trust,

we have a world to quell;

I want to keep you by my side lest lies and distrust.

I will hold your hand a little firm my love, 

for I fear the odium and the tears;

Some warmth I elicit, there's more we deserve. 

I hope for the poise, the tranquil and resolve,

the storms will come and go;

but what probes will evolve.

the doubts will rob us, the chagrin turning into pest,

the more we prolong;

the savor entwined be lost in the quest.

Let me swim, let the froth be clear,

Let the rancour run dry;

let the mourn be silenced, let me bring you to cheer.

I belong to a place may be far from here,

May be near you, you're my cage,

my freedom, my solitude, my rage.

When I see you, I see the fire,

a hymn, a hope, a desire;

Your touch makes me weak, your tone makes me dire.

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