Love
I know a man of love
Ive built a home inside his heart
i have cut myself down the middle
to open up
to the man i know of love
the cut is beautiful
a work of art
i know a man of strength
he lifts the world off my shoulders
his touch lingers on my skin
they leave invisible dots
connectting the highway lines
that lead me home
he takes away my pain
i can feel it through my flesh and bones
i know a man of strength
i long for his soul
A river runs deep through this cut with purpose
the man of love
the man of strength
floats through my stream of hopelessness.
he gives my faith length
id rather be burned and stained
than never to get to know the
man of love the
man of strength.
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