| Heart that is pure with body worn, I find you beautiful, standing tired and alone. I give you my heart, I will shed your tears, Take my hand, I will hold all of your fears. I give you my word, no bindings attached, I give you my love freely, so no harm may attack. Having fought a long war, withstanding many sorrows, Know that though you are weary, I am your tomorrow. Cling to my words, hear the song that I sing. Let it sink deep that you may find peace once again.
~ Ivory Malinov ~
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