I'm under,
I'm in deep,
Yet I soar,
Float so delicately.
First it was,
Hard as rock,
Cold as ice.
But then....
I was free.
I had been trapped,
Captured,
Destroyed,
By a demon of lies.
Blind I was,
But then....
I was free.
For I have,
Surrendered,
To our beloved happiness:
Given in.
The control you have,
Dangerous,
Yet you tuck it away,
Never abuse.
I cry from the beauty,
At which you present,
Smile at the pain,
You drain.
A love so tender,
Raw,
You beam through,
And into me.
For you touch me,
With limitless grace, strength, and power.
For you hold me,
Like it's your last.
And I love every second of it.
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