Breathe
Come into my arms and hold me,
whisper to me of secret things.
Speak of new days and new promise,
not the tired old regret guilt brings.
Repeat oft repeated expressions,
of great and true love never past.
For from your tongue the words,
would a fresh complexion cast.
Pray not for simple content,
for that tells of limitation.
Pray for unquenched passion,
beyond mere imitation.
With a love greater than gods,
I promise you'll never be alone.
Spirits inexorably joined,
wherever they on journey roam.
Whimchaser
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Moonlight Desires
