Thursday, February 18, 2010

More

Just hold my hand a while and walk with me my dearest child.
I know all the things that you're feeling cause I have been there too.
And I am here with you.

And I want you. And I need you. So desperately.
You are mine and, yes, I made you. Please come to me.

I love you more than life or death or earth and sea.
I love you more than the things that you think you've done.
That would keep you from me.
I love you more. I love you more. So very much more.

Your tears and fears are mine and I have cast them out.
They are shattered on the ground.
For you I have chosen to suffer, but I'd do it all again.
Yes I'd do it all again.

I love you more than life or death or earth and sea.
I love you more than the things that you think you've done.
That would keep you from me.
I love you more than life or death or earth and sea.
I love you more than tears or guilt or lies or money.
More than fears or greed or feeling empty. More...
More than even me.

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