Your sweet arms.

Warm threads of light

call me ever closer,

bathed in golden rays

the birds’ song proclaims

a coming time of hope,

springing forever on

towards the light of love

deep within my soul,

lost somewhere beyond

my heart all quiet,

I see you there

before me, beckoning

me with your sweet arms.

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