Our love has no form.

Endless and so eternal

we wrap each of us in

that which is internal.

Expressions of joy it

is in us now abundant.

Alone we feel stings of

that which joy wasn’t.

Alone I only survive by

hanging on thin thread.

Tied on my extremities

I a puppet am so dead.

What course do I take

that leads me to arms

of yours I knew once

your enigmatic charm.

Lead me please do I’m

begging please only you

I want now and forever

for that which I choose.

Coalesce we do to hold

each other so very tight.

Where nothing outside

us could ever us divide.

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