Route To Loving Arms

A map will guide you
on the route to loving arms.
Dreams can become softly mine;
Where love can fly
on the wings of the sky.

The heart-shaped map
of my faithful soul;
the vains the route
that you can travel
to find love you crave...

Ripping the front of
my heart out for you,
I blow it in the wind
to let it drift to you;
To make you return to me...

Follow the drops of
a bleeding love - return
before half a heart dies.
But I'd rather live with half
a hoping heart, than an aching whole.

by Mickey-Shaun Van Tonder

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