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Mary II;
~~~...~~~
Mary;
I recognize the struggles you faced,
To be my wife,
Sacrifices you kept to just be with me
In an age, a time when I was running scared
Not sure where I should go, or who I really known
You saw me, a young boy, crying out in his shame,
ragged and stumbling along olden streets of coble stone,
In an alternate life that was once bleeding me;
```~~~...~~~```
In cold winters of life,
when snowflakes stormed and frosted thunders roamed around roaring, in search of me;
In search of me,,, in search of life,
The howling winds in search of me along the borderlines,
I attached myself to you
And you let me; very humbly you let me
I become thawed,
In once partially frozen grounds
I now bloom, recognizing natural light,
I recognize love, I recognize you,
You are living in my memories, along sacred texts of poetry and my visions,
Where I was once cold and damp, afraid to talk, through the pain the eyes revealed,
In the December of my life,
Warmth and tenderness follow me,
Speaking kindly to me,
For you, you are constant
And everywhere I now am
Supplanting mine bitter darkness and gloom
As naturally as the sunlight through the window
Mary;
I recognize the struggles you faced,
To be my wife,
Sacrifices you kept to just be with me
In an age, a time when I was running scared
Not sure where I should go, or who I really known
You saw me, a young boy, crying out in his shame,
ragged and stumbling along olden streets of coble stone,
In an alternate life that was once bleeding me;
```~~~...~~~```
In cold winters of life,
when snowflakes stormed and frosted thunders roamed around roaring, in search of me;
In search of me,,, in search of life,
The howling winds in search of me along the borderlines,
I attached myself to you
And you let me; very humbly you let me
I become thawed,
In once partially frozen grounds
I now bloom, recognizing natural light,
I recognize love, I recognize you,
You are living in my memories, along sacred texts of poetry and my visions,
Where I was once cold and damp, afraid to talk, through the pain the eyes revealed,
In the December of my life,
Warmth and tenderness follow me,
Speaking kindly to me,
For you, you are constant
And everywhere I now am
Supplanting mine bitter darkness and gloom
As naturally as the sunlight through the window
Published 18th Sep 2015
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