November 13, 2013
Where are you, my heart?
I looked for you
In the abyss of fantasy
And was greeted by lust.

I left my door open
With welcoming forgiveness
I remind you
That my love is pure
And strong to fight.

For I am not perfect
And neither is my love
I am your instrument
And your hands play my life.

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