My love,
The days
have gone dry and my heart is beginning to whimper.
I feel no
tug upon my soul.
Call on the angels of mercy,
And ask for salvation to be shown.
For I can no longer live another day alone; in a love created for two-
Not when it was built with sweat and tears from the vessel of you.
So let humility wash over me if this love is all but a facade
But let grace enchant me if my faith was the cause
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