a small token


magnificence was never a trait of mine

thats why i always wanted to be near yours


the sun scrawls out fingers of light on your crown

The birds sing of love whe youre around

and it fills my heart with  the dread of longing

how many others open their doors to your glory

and which if ever will you walk through?

my archway lays bare

all my hopes and despairs lace the floor,

curl your soul around me

and lay upon my heart

pick the beat you want,

every one is yours

and with it hope endures.

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