And if it is other than god's will
Then let me burn in the ernest fire, still awhile
What more than mere love, to inspire
The most holy of teachers
Casting rays of morning upon us
Turning our heads, in a dream of present moment awareness
With giddy release
So bold, to stain that pure-white dress
Love
That ever-present moral fiber
It peels away layers
It heals with loaded prayers
To die in an instant
And never to know
Or know forever
And never to be born
I think
That I can recall love
In it's glory and gall
A fire burning somewhere
Teasing, like the faintest breeze
Surprising us always
Where did you come from
Where have you been
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