Take my hand.

Take my hand, my love.
Gently brush away the
dust of distant memories.

Take my hand, my love,
that should I stumble, I
need not fear of falling.

Take my hand, my love,
that my heavy heart may
shed its leaden cloak.

Take my hand, my love,
and bear me o'er the
choking smog of pain.

Take my hand, my love,
that we may rise above.
Enshrined forever in the
warm embrace of infinite wonder.

Mez

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