Emotions are inclinations of the mind and heart alike.
There is not one carnal thing that sets the heart free.
Sitting, waiting for that one person to break open the seal, that perfect knight.
Maybe one day, all women will see, Men of this world hold not the priceless key.
Gallant yet fiction, wondering on the destination of your dear champion.
Bleeding with adoration, emotions that are too enduring for this feeble moment.
One must but speculate the quenching durability of your shining vile peon.
If a slave to this world is what you seek, then you will be blinded in spirit, awaiting the end of this deferment.
The longer you wait,
The more you will see,
That God is your savior,
And always will be.
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