Fair Child, remember the simple things.
That which is taken shall be returned
And all you give is not lost to you.
I know.
You are exhausted. Sometimes the load is too heavy
And the dream you hunger and thirst over has been denied
Until you gave up
And said “I don’t want it anymore.”
Precious Child
I long for you
I yearn for your shining hair and gentle hands
And someday I will be satisfied to have you myself
To cradle you in my embrace
To comfort you
And cause your voice to ring with joy.
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