Whether I fall in love or from grace, I place this bow directly to face.
I seek no lies and crave deep truths, From one eye to another I wait, gander on ward to trust in faith.
The faith I must have to love one from a land where the soil will never reach.
May the ground no longer be my voyeur and seek the clouds as my new home.
I have fallen for you.
With your benevolent spirit grasps my every waking breath until I am given no choice but to awake this dreamer.
Cast your drapes to cloud out the truth hidden from plain sight.
Make no mistake to match my hearts pace.
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