Something Along The Lines Of Love2

As I sit writing, imagining too
I am not here, but there with you
My spirit soaring to your command
Souls in anthem, even the damned
To you my warmth I transpire
And embrace the comforting fire
Though wishful thinking, never did soothe
The course of true love never did run smooth

by Nick Korsantia

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