To See You
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Last published Wed, Jun 6, 2018
To walk along the dimly lit street of fate,
Is to tread, to stumble through the dark.
Hoping that the next streetlight might sedate
This ever present watermark
And as the journey continues on
My heart begins to pound.
The illuminating lights withdrawn
There is not one sound.
Stumbling blindly forward here
And stumbling blindly there,
I am not aware of what is near
Of a light golden and fair.
Around a corner I turn blindly,
And stop in disbelief.
There a lamp shines brightly
Without having a motif
I run to this light which shines
And find myself protected,
In her warm and loving confines.
I have been selected.
And so I waited by the lamp,
And still wait with her today.
I have vowed myself to be her champ
And here forever stay.
So here a lesson has been taught,
A lesson that should not be soon forgot.
When fates dark distraught
Has tied you in a knot
God will bless you with what is sought.
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