My lover I must condone
You are life and beauty alone
But words get chocked inside my throat
And slience turns our love to stone
There lie cracks where happiness lives deep
Between the rocks not letting me sleep
For my ears and eyes strain to see
The hope of yesterday, what tomorrow should be
So if I ever become bold
Hold my breath - decide to break this mould
I hope the truth comes pouring out of me
And you come spilling into my arms.
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