The Love - Poem by Kay Davies
My love is tender, Indeed it is true.
I give the power to release your demons and temporarily free you mind,
I am not a drug, no brain cells do I take,
I am the king of kings that feels so pure,
The amazing reasurance that good lives on.
Relaxation at its peak,
Numbness at its brink,
I am real and I am here.
Let me take from you what you wish to give.
Let me give you peace on mind,
A much needed breath to fill your lungs,
Let me lower your heart rate and let you feel loved.
Let me hold you tight in a serenity that is real,
Lets watch your sorrow leak from your body,
Remember a time in which this was not nessisary.
Remember now that in this instant you are ok.
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