Mistakes will happen, recognize your reaction
Maintain satisfaction, it's a matter of subtraction
Take away what hurts you, keep whatever's real
Love-never to subdue, express the way you feel
If you have love to give, give it free of cost
Wondrous lives to live, receiving what was lost
A quiet man subdued, is one who needs more love
From memory accrued, assess the lack there of
Give what you can, and take what you need
For there's no worth, to our material greeds
Of birds on a wire-I am so inspired
A hawk of Paris, much filled my desire
The breath you breathe, called in between
Yes I agree, tis truly me-or so it does seem
My heart bleeding desire, awaiting your fire
Shall we create, this world-so much higher?
My heart beckons thee, so close to sight
You are my thunder, the reason I fight
Does my confession-call for thee?
Starting in a place, I think-meant to be?
Upon times-when eyes open
One would like to see pleasantries
Has hope not brought you through
Around me, it always stands true
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