Wednesday, May 4, 2016

My Love

My Love,
If it was in my hand, I would lay down the stars in your path.
Make you sit on the throne, carved out of shining moon.
No pain or a tear, no sorrow or a cry, would I let near you.
But as it is, my love.
It is not in my hand.
You have to carve your path and set your destiny.
But know this, my love.
My wish and every prayer, goes every step with you.

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