Sunday, September 20

My Light House

There are times I forget my name
I forget my face and heart altogether
Still you find me then
Shining brightly and gently
letting me rest In Love again
You are my light house
In the distant shores
Everything you are
Is what my heart adores
You are the sounds and melodies
Of cool nights and summer days
You are the inexplicable reason
Of why I am
The way I am
You are my light house
The formless wonder
The miracle of my life

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