A soul so close but a face so far,
A love so deep and hatred a scar;
I love you with my blood, soul, and life,
You are so close in my every strife;
Stay next to me so that I may survive,
And from the forsaken world a little smile I may derive;
From the passion to the calms,
To my charred heart you are God's alms;
Never can I see the distance without you,
Never could my existence be good and new;
All I need is your love for eternity,
All I could give you is my love for your divinity.
Poetic Injustice --- The myriad me, in myriad ways,
and myriad words, in myriad lays.
To stay, to sway, to the new glory,
to my past allay....
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