Let me, arrest, thy flight
And cast a rose, on our plight
Hopeful, in engaging, the long fight
Let me, bind you, to my dreams
And I'll mend you at the seams
For in months passing they will scream
And I'll, assuage, your fears
And soak up your lonely tears
Because Baby, I am here
I am here...
To have loving years
To have sensual years
To have nurturing years
To have growing years
To have peaceful years
To have adventurous years
To have fulfilled years
First let me, arrest, thy flight
Bring meaning to our plight
And arm you for our long fight
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A/N:
Both when we are prey and when we are falling in love arises the fight or flight instinct. How many times do we run away from it? How many times should we have ran away from it. Sometimes there is no right answer.
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