If I awake without you
in my eyes despise me,
if I try to fake my love
break my back and
spurn my words, make
me wear my faith as
clear as sunlight
through a stream, look
into me where
the depth is free
of cloudiness,
the water pure and
see a rare devotion.
I am there, its where
I want to be.
© I.D. Carswell 2007-02-06
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