I could wake up to your essence
Each day of my life
Beyond any judgement
I find where true love lives
In the heart, in the eyes
It doesn't just lay at the feet
Trodden by the beloved
Although gladly it would worship
The feet that graces it's touch
It is found when we are miles away
Yet I still wake to your spirit
As if by bedside
And close to me you stay
No matter what
You may always be around
There is a joy in this mystical union
That words can never sound.
Each day of my life
Beyond any judgement
I find where true love lives
In the heart, in the eyes
It doesn't just lay at the feet
Trodden by the beloved
Although gladly it would worship
The feet that graces it's touch
It is found when we are miles away
Yet I still wake to your spirit
As if by bedside
And close to me you stay
No matter what
You may always be around
There is a joy in this mystical union
That words can never sound.
Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
Copyright, 2013, Written on February, 2013.
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