Am I worth
The victory call
That places me
Wingless
Above it all
And your love
Which has freed me
Senses and all
To that sweet tasting
Place where passion
Is born
If I told you
One day
That I gave it away
Like the ghost we all cling to
Afraid of our shame
Would you believe me
Again, If only you knew
You recued a part of me
A gift of the muse
I think they forgot
Yet I always knew
The fire that resides within
These calluses tuned
And if I just gazed
Blameless and used
Would you still make me promise
And trust with heart true.
Written on May 11th, 2012.
Copyright, 2012, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
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