I resigned myself alone to keep.
A wounded bird, a lost little sheep.
No fanciful eye, no dreams not pipe
I told myself it would suffice.
and then you.
I walked through valleys and weathered the storms
I tried to love and suffered only scorn
I watched them die, I lived with ghosts
My broken heart a willing host.
and then you.
I thought I'd never know anything but fragility
Or find in a man, such warmth and nobility
A stout hearted love seemed just out of grasp
but something inside me dared me to ask.
and then you
my soul, my heart, my serendipity
your love has rescued me.
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