Truth in voice and heart cannot cease you,
Witness the change in season and always feel my pulse.
Nevermore shall I resist emotion and tears that may drown my very thoughts to honor you,
My voice shall not be enough so my movement shall prove otherwise.
How can I feel my heart when It no longer resides in me?
I fear the wind has robbed me of my rythym as I sway.
Do not fear to pull my levitated state back onto sheets where we lay,
I shall welcome you, always.
Affectionate lips whisper your mark as the breeze raises my skin,
Powerless and weak is my body compared to your touch-never shall you let me go.
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