This time.
I hear.
Your voices chime.
My amazing savior.
With you I have no fear.
No hostile behavior.
A sweet tender love.
Known truly by so few.
It rides forever the feathers of a dove.
These words I write are so true.
I have nothing.
Other than you!
These feelings are truly tame.
We could be great.
Our hearts as one in the same.
Now we just battle with fate.
So tell me this one time.
How many times must I,
make these useless rhymes?