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A lover tells her man her deep feelings if he shouldn't come home. |
| Wherever on this Earth you are sent; down unknown roads, flying above clouds, tossed on rough and dangerous seas. I pray letters of love lift you up and carry your heart home to me. When we are together, skies are a deeper blue, flower petals are velvet soft, each color, a more vivid hue. We weave a tapestry of love. You are the golden sun in my sky, the silver moon that lights my path, the soft grass I daydream on. I hear your voice in my heart, dreams begin and follow you. If God calls you home first, Half of my heart goes with you. Ever after, when I think of us. Only a single beat will be heard. A heart needs two beats to live joyfully. Wait for me, my love, on the peaceful side. I believe our hearts will gain me access to heaven's merciful door. You will know my knock and let me in. |