gathered
as colours come unto
storylines to mark the path
i took to come to you
from distant days
discordant tunes
within your eyes
my spirit swoons
and renders me
open to ideas of a start
not endings, no
a journey of the heart
as waves at sea
our grace within a storm
becoming you and me
the heart it reels to form
the story arc is not yet known
we bleed it through and through
in loving, laughing, singing strands
in everything we do
come meet me at the giving chord
the magic we will weave
come free for all that we adore
and never want to leave
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