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I find help
I find you reaping love in your dreams again.
I find you sleeping upon love bent in between stitches of my hate.
I find you like a dew drop on the leaf of my touch.
You have become a crow to the growth of wisdom.
You fly the currents of blowing wisdom.
You resemble the dark that ignores the waters of ignorance.
You are just like my dream of watering hope upon hills.
I am the urge upon your heart’s happiness.
I carefully guide you to greatness.
I am a friend in your love.
You are just as pleasing to my heart as a rainbow cloud.
I am the pasture that stood still in your seasons
I am a dove that closed your waters from hate.
I am the pond of freedom in your heart.
I am the patient freedom that hears you walk by.
I guess I am the only one who cares.
I dip your memories in my sweet thoughts.
I am the worst kind of friend for love.
The cup of your heart can gently wash good love.
In the days I loved you;
I found the joy of keeping as my friend.
I keep my hand on hope in helping you.
My hope is like a dozen dreams wrapped in ribbons.
I am orange in fiery love of my passionate hope.
Be fast to love me as a good friend could.
Be quick to make me walk in the silence of your charm.
Be slow to guide me along your secrets.
Be wise to love me strong in trust.
Be the color of my eye when I cry out for solace.
Be the drift to the streams of my courage.
Copyright(c) Shamela 23 / February / 2012