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Words, oh how they convict us.
Even worse, words left unsaid, how they restrict us
Floating in an abyss of wonder and confusion
I've asked myself, is love a delusion?
A question I've pondered all of my years
Circling my mind
Bringing me to tears
I've gone so long, being alone
But when I met you,
I found my home.

Love is lost and love is found
Like a tormenting version of a merry go round
Sometimes that feeling will flutter away
Taking with it our beautiful, happiest days

And as much as it pains me to see it go
I find sanctity in watching you glow

In time I hope you'll flap my way, by then I'll be better
And I hope you'll stay

Because when love gets lost
Its not gone for good
Something just unearthed the ground that she stood
Yes it's true, sweet love, she's still there
Waiting patiently as the small warmth inside you, though you're unaware

When love leaves, she goes without a sound
It seems like goodbye forever
But she's just waiting to be found
I hope this touches the hearts of you as it moved mine whilst creating. I feel there is much truth in these words.

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