Living alive,
Waiting for you,
I will see you soon.
But I will protect you,
From all that harms you,
Under the darkness of the New Moon.
I hear your voice,
A whisper in the nigh,
The fluttering wings fo a dove.
But Morgan, know this,
I wait for the time that we kiss,
So I can say face to face, it is you I love.
Dedicated to Morgan Christian
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