free in love
Or owned by it..
lost or found..
either way -
bound..
the power of you is invisible to all
except to me..
the silent strength it possesses
Owns my heart mind and soul..
the shrill of it should be visible for all to hear
loud and clear..
Is love alive
Does it ever die?
Why not let it be..
bury me knee deep
In the beauty of we..
completely lost
I am set free
To the possessor of my being..
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