PS (April,10,1991 / )

Heart Tales 02

My feet failed me once or twice,

But my heart had never stopped hoping,

With every shatter,

A healing comes through the sorrowness,

I may grow weak,

But the waves take me high,

The pain I could not escape,

Endurance as the only means to wake up,

How could I tell you of myself,

When I have lost myself,

Yet in your arms I feel found,

The hope we create through this fire,

Will it consume us to a greater bond,

Or will it burn us down?

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