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Love That Runs Deep
Will you love me when I am all sober?
Because around others I feel a little
Hazy on the inside. As the party is over
Will you love my edges that are brittle?
Dive deep, my dear and you will find love
That is taller than any mountain you can
Climb and deeper than the ocean. A dove
Could fly you home, but you can never fan
Or extinguish the flames that get you one
Step closer to the embers you see in my
Heart. Some might say you chase the sun,
But you also chase the clouds that cry
And have you on the cliff’s ledge. That is
How deep my love is for you because no
One can say that they will love you frizz
And all. It is not always about the glow
People see in love, but the one spark or
Easiness when your hand and heart
Touches mine. One cannot simply ignore
The chemistry. All I ask is that we start
Right where love blooms from, the roots,
Tangled and messy, but proof that real
Love is deep. There is simply no substitute
For the most essential. It is what we feel
When no one else gets us. They see our
Faults and try to run away, but I see you
Bathed in light and in the morning hour
You are beautiful as the skies stay blue.
Because around others I feel a little
Hazy on the inside. As the party is over
Will you love my edges that are brittle?
Dive deep, my dear and you will find love
That is taller than any mountain you can
Climb and deeper than the ocean. A dove
Could fly you home, but you can never fan
Or extinguish the flames that get you one
Step closer to the embers you see in my
Heart. Some might say you chase the sun,
But you also chase the clouds that cry
And have you on the cliff’s ledge. That is
How deep my love is for you because no
One can say that they will love you frizz
And all. It is not always about the glow
People see in love, but the one spark or
Easiness when your hand and heart
Touches mine. One cannot simply ignore
The chemistry. All I ask is that we start
Right where love blooms from, the roots,
Tangled and messy, but proof that real
Love is deep. There is simply no substitute
For the most essential. It is what we feel
When no one else gets us. They see our
Faults and try to run away, but I see you
Bathed in light and in the morning hour
You are beautiful as the skies stay blue.
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