the stars have aligned and they say it's you
You who should I be with entirely, readily.
Surrender to this sweet sacrifice is tragic
Maybe this effort to control our own wills
Is actually a sign of freedom to eternity,
A destination for souls daring to trust.
Feel the summer heat and sink into
skins of mortals whenever free, just free.
No man can ever close itself to humanity.
It is his his abode of growth and change
Whenever it needs distant care, it clings
To the world's pride and prejudices,
Ever so consuming like a fire.
A fire is what this love has become.
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