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you are my fall
my winter
my spring
my mid summers dream

you are my right as rain
my no better thing
my reason to sing
my wings

have you not noticed
 the way that I shine
when your eyes meet mine
 I wonder sometimes

if the world should start spinning
from end to beginning
would you be mine
and can you not find

that place in your heart
the most precious part
where I would reside
make my home and abide

you are my net
of safety and still
the tightrope I walk
is stretched from your will
to my hopes and my dreams
to much greater things
to the love in your eyes
to the little white lies
we tell with our lips
when we refuse to admit
that this is more
than friendship

Him

Oh to feel the cling of him,
the sting of him,
the sweet dark ring of him.

Oh to feel him breath
to watch him spin
in, out, around and away
to call the coming day.