Wild words.
Wild words.
How do I entrust their brazen rush
past my watchful gaze; heart speaks.
I love you as unsung innocence must.
Feelings well-sprung, without doubt;
earth casts no thirst without answer.
I would be your lover, were the day
and moon true, within sky, within heart.
A lesser birth would be cast down for
such dare-some words and release as these;
or flee.
A wiser man once said, Faith Has Doubts.
Past hope, I embrace these restless spirits:
Shy child, awaiting love's full temper annealed.
You see this chorus before you,
sings one voice.
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