Fulfilment
To rise at dawn and sing with the lark
To explore and roam whilst leaving your mark
To bathe in the sea and relax in the sun
To swing from the trees whilst beaming with fun
To work and to play while you smile with your day
To get smothered in clay and live how you say!
To feel comfort in his arms
See Love in his eyes
To know he’s disarmed not hiding in disguise
To see the sun every day and not see any more horror
Would be a luxury… I would say
Not something I would borrow
To see his eyes burn with desire
And be free enough to surrender
The furnace that holds the heart of the fire...
…not a cinder will be ember!
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