Constant roaming peace
As my own albeit flawed
Do you have the heart
To think me still in ever
If you have listened
To my heart upon the winds
Of my mind traveling
Back at the times
Faster than the speed of Time
I find at a glance and want
To see you here I fear you not
But fear you still and in fear
That you might think me prude
When foresight's glance back
This harrowing recall
Of talk I wonder still
Of which I led
This love to yearn
In anxious wait for your return
To my heart upon the winds
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