1.
I'm
gonna love your cuts and love your cords;
all
slip-knotted, toe tagged rights and wrongs.
I'm
gonna catch you, then you fall into fjords;
to
avenge your silence even unto the Nords!
I'm
gonna love your unsafe and sorry prolongs;
to
sing unto you lullabies and Heavens Songs.
Let
me embrace your darkness, for I can afford…
2.
I
want to spill my guts to fish you out from misery;
to
show my darkness and light – to set you free.
Like
Hosea loved Gomer, I want to offer you fealty;
even
if you feel dead, I wont break your heart truly.
Cherish
your calamities and wronged Creeds…
Even
then blue my lips, I will resolve your issues indeed;
no
danger shall startle me to you be soaring!
3.
I'm
not sorry when you're mad – for I love the “You”, you have;
the
words on your lips mean all to me, like a providence –
I
will uphold “Your Self” and not let you drown in your cave;
un-wreck
and resurrect your Joy, your heart save!!
For
you, I will venture against a legion and jump over the fence;
hails
of arrows nor dreaded liches wont give me suspence…
to
get far away, then I want to be with you insane!!
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