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The Vow

Byron George

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I danced the dance of passion for you
I feel you deeply,
I heal when I hear your voice,
I’ve learned so much from you.
We are joined already,
No Matter what, when, where, or how.

The trees, the birds, the grass meadow, knows us now,
Birds, bees, butterflies, even weeds,
Take our energy from the air as we talk,
Passing by.
The field comes alive when I walk by,
Talking to you,
I move for you,
I write for us,
Let go of the tears of emotion,
When it hurts to be apart.

I come from the blue,
I am that I am,
The man,
The soul seeker,
With the need to feed off you,
Your youthful verve,
Gives me tranquility.

The viscosity of free-thinking,
Alerting,
Averting,
Awakening,
Amazing.

Through skin tingling,
Through veins prickling,
The numbness stinging my eyes,
While hearing my cries,
Of longing for you.

The waiting-woman of my dreams,
I made the vow,
Never another one now.

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