As you wrote your lovely words, I was beyond confounded by their powerOver me. This muse has deferred The time, until I sleep, on which to showerMe with dreams of love and peaceWhere he whom I have yet to meetLaugh and talk and become friends.All of which unavoidably sendsMe in a wishful state of memory,Wanting companionship divineKnowing the time is not arrived.Yet yearning for it desperately--slippery--Out of my grasp for now.
As I wake, the lasting wisps of your Enchanting grace wash outThe cobwebs of my lingering fears. I am enlivened and unafraid,Ready for all that comes today. My darling muse of a friend,I owe you to no endFor wiping away even unshed tears,Showing me I am enough, That I deserve everything, and more.
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