Her Saving Grace
A feather's touch, your light
Warm and glowing bright
An angel in the night
Softens my will to fight
Instead instills belonging
Pales my ceaseless longing
Though ere I push those away-
Who would love me
Sooth, I am weary of the fight
Midst safe solitudes, in my right
Accepting being wrong and of bone-
And flesh, less immortal than alone
I would die loved by a mere few-
Than worshiped by prideful throngs
E'en tho', my angel, thou fade from view
My heart beats once more where it belongs
Thanks to you
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