Not soon, my love, but I return
From the days of darkness old.
Not soon, my love, but I return
With stories untold.
Not soon, my love, but I return
To your shining warm eyes.
Not soon, my love, but I return
To soothen your midnight cries.
Not soon, my love, but I return
To fill your hopeful hours.
I return, to you my love,
To write across the stars.
Our fates entwined in words and sound
Our fates entwined in water
Our thought bars no hold on time
Nor erase the lingual barter.
Of words, my love, I build
Palaces, homes and pillow fight.
With words, my love, I make
War, destructions and deaths slight.
Not too soon, but I return
To wish away the tales of death
Not too soon, but I return to
Embrace you with my breath.
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