Amongst the Damascus of words
Weaved and heaved, weighed and approximated
Go now, I shall let you be
Yet for all that carry this curse
Like I carry love and care, that shall be mine
I curse you reach the greatest of heights
From whence as you shall call for love
I shall have to hear no sound
Go now, I shall recede
Drown in the foam of my own seas
Yet for all that carry this curse
Like I carry a prayer, for you in my hearth
I curse you meet the warmest of love
With whom you shall smile and retort
Go now, for the time has come to pass
My soul has burnt, so has my heart
Yet for all that carry this curse
Like I carry a memory of those long gone days
I curse you to be stronger than cold steel
While you bear the burdens of life so frail
Go now, I shall wait here
I have always found me in wait of love
Yet for all that carry this curse
Like I carry no remorse not guilt
I curse you with Joy and good will
While you dust off the regrets of my being.
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