Bergafrickle

[seeyat]

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Have you seen a poem
A bird singing a sweeter song than this
When in love you sang these tunes I miss
For all time, I would have cried
Perhaps never to recall who I was
Who I wanted to see
Who I am
This is my place
An unending peaceful grace
Do you know who you are
I know, I am you, at times too much
Too many verses placing upon me such curses
An infinite possibility
Why we had been what was seen again
Already done, was this not more than one
I know I will hold you for all time
There will be order and reason to this rhyme
I do not need to find my name, as yours is upon my tongue
I have finally discovered this place, this face, with names I am graced
Are we the waiting, perhaps
Have we found ourselves, discovered a meaning
There is only one hope for one without salvation
Yours, a name once shrouded, clouded
Softly spoken, falsehood, accepted, understood
You were once my savior, now because of you, one greater