As I press your hands upon my heart
I feel alive again and ready to depart
Towards the working noise of the town
But your kiss always pulls me down
Like a lullaby easing my restless soul
I remember as to why I gave up all
Through a solemn vow and a golden ring
Amid a modest rite that I afford to bring
We felt complete though having nothing
And became one and gained everything
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15 March 2016 / 8:10 PM
Tuesday / In my home
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