It is always by choice that I continue to give thanks
When I hold your hand and smell your hair
When I still the race and embrace your presence
When I forget the importance of Self and grasp the wonder of You.
I would bleed seeds upon barren lands so that I will always grow with you.
It is always my choice to love you
When a hand held softens the rough times
When tired eyes remind us of the day of Rest to come
When we dream of another place and sync our faces.
I would bleed seeds upon barren lands so that I will always grow with you.
It is always my choice to hold you in my heart
When space separates and communication dissipates
When fears produce tears and the night is longer
When even for a single brief moment we are one.
I would bleed seeds upon barren lands so that I will always grow with you.
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Beautiful Lee. xx