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| Wilst thou never understand, or concieve of the idea; That maybe such as I is not against what you offer? |
| Such for me, I do not understand of your wiles; Or maybe tis not so, That of what you try to use against me. |
| But, you try to woo me still, to your side, at arms length; So much I am confused on, how or why, truely in your life I am wished to be. |
| I have touched you, in those deep places, where rarely mortals gain land; As you have touched me so, in your own special way. |
| I wish not to leave this place, nor travel out into a different land; I feel safe and protected, yet you call to me, beckon me to kneel. |
| I wish so for that to be, yet there are things still restraining me; So much still, I do not comprehend. |
| I would like to be close, holding your hand; I can not compete, to be on your right arm. |
| For so much pain and bitterness, which not I want to bring; How much damage can one man hold, before there is true suffering. |
| I would love to see of you, once again someday; But much of the asking, so much can be taken away. |
| We will meet again as the day grows on, when life renews, when we can be as one. Til then, my spirit awaits you, for you and only you to take control. |
| TMH |