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A month near the end yet full of firsts and promises.
A time since passed, when I watched in awe
At a portrait of a woman dancing with fire,
That lit up my city of Manchester.
I, sat at the bar, full of curiosity
Egar to discover who you are
I learn quickly, as is the nature of my vocation
But my understanding of you came slow
Your heart is non like that I have examined
Words have none yet, for a soul of gold
You provide to all, yourself as a charity,
Like a mothering hare, kind, not weak.
My time with you feels long beyond the
Twice we've voyaged around the sun
This journey you've ladened with sincerity,
Allows me the stage to grow my affection
My gratitude to the sculptors of your fine work
Those around you, who've shown you the truth, kindness and power.
You are the fruit of their love, a Corinthians
With your permission, let me share in your growth.
This October, dance again with fire in your portrait, let it glow
The trees will soon sow copper in their leaves to follow.
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Essentially about a red haired girl I met in October.
weve been together 2 years
as October approaches, my world is renewed like the first time we met
- of Me of HimLv 64 weeks ago
As accentual the glow of words and thoughts cleave to earth.
As thoughts of heaven touch sky as a honey cone of the last Passover prayed
In session to the newest of day,
A kind breeze over a non existing to love more
In a need to of time -- I sees,
its victory in half time to love more, none stop Him.
"As for you,
go your way till the end.
You will rest,
and then at the end of the days you will rise to receive your allotted inheritance."
- 4 weeks ago