Come to me

And heal my wounds

I can hardly breath

I’ve been a fool.

Your hands are warm

Covered in blood

My broken deathly arm

Hangs from a trembling rope.

Your flight over the quicksand

Surprised even your soul

My eyes and heart are pleasant

I became your goal.

I can barely believe

What you’ve done for me

My eyes are not deceived

For I feel your love within.

7 Agosto 2008

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