Make me your bride, and I will take your hand in mine,
when I hit my rock-bottom, I still get up again,
You are my distant dream, in the land of love forgotten,
but the memories remain, within a mustard grain.
I will believe in you, for it is I who will remember times,
when days never ended, and nights just whispered,
So create a field for me, to run through when I am down,
and I promise to return, the love that once occured.
I am blissful for no one, yet I adore thee in a future realm,
like the separate walls, that divide time in silence,
So I am waiting for you endlessly, within my empty cradle,
hoping you will come, and finally show your presence.
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