Chose
Distraction is the giant fuse
that takes my thought to other's lose,
to turn the heart to so and so
seems easier, than to rescue soul!
Mind on my ways, my thoughts of prose
are so entwining ~ losing's pose,
the mind, the mind is life's escrow,
the bind, the bind, is self control!
Ah lose me then, true love's not known
that thy encounters were bestow
and all thy rantings teamed enow ~
to live again, my life's expose!
Was gentle faith ~ in pathway's chose!
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