The Power
No one man should have all that power.
If given the power
I know a precious heart I would devour.
Make sweet love turn sour.
Hard to celebrate my tenacity for the bitter love I showered.
Though we endured some quiet storms,
I still cut the stems of a delicate flower.
And now with the lights so low,
I'm wanting my love in my darkest hour.
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