Entrust yourself.
Only you will guide.
Into fears,
memories,
forsaken by years.
Embrace yourself.
Love, which is demanded.
It derives from you.
Showing everything anew.
Or you will fade,
like thousands more,
far out of view.
Or you will lose,
like thousands more,
the twinkle in those eyes.
Secondhand birth,
concurring with none,
offers another chance.
Take it, or you're done.
You will dance,
-like no other,
with vibrance, like the sun.
You will gain,
which most have lost,
that twinkle in those eyes.
Regrow the joy for which is yearned.
Replenish that which is lost.
Rejuvenate those eyes.
Yet not for me.
Make it a surprise.
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