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Carved in My Veins
A Love That Runs Deep
A part of her is a part of me,
An inseparable bond, a flowing sea,
From the rainy sky and cloud-filled air,
Her essence surrounds me, her love so rare.
As if it was etched in her flesh and bone,
My love for her, a deep-set stone,
Running through her nerves and veins,
A part of her being, forever ingrained.
In her blue mist, I see her face,
In her fog, I feel her embrace,
In her calm, I hear her voice,
In her sorrow, I make my choice.
Tears fall from her eyes,
And I feel her pain and sighs,
My beloved, always by my side,
In my heart, in my soul, she resides.
I see her name etched on her door,
Her face drawn on the soil, forevermore,
Memories of playing in the snow,
Her laughter and smile, a warm glow.
We laid like stars in her grass,
Her logs and gas warmed my hands, a love that lasts,
She is not a part of my hand, no, not at all,
She is my hand, my strength, my rise, my…
