What pedestals have you raised me onto?

Your love is my dearest possession,

but remember I am no goddess…

just a girl, and with this girlish passion.

I have found a shelter in your lips,

a shelter for my thoughts and prayers dear…

I have discovered love in your eyes,

even when this world gave me cause to fear.

Friendship is cherished dearest still,

though these thoughts are kindled of more than that…

Do not walk away, I could not bear it.

Do not let me go, for I would fall

and I would lost all sense of touch

until you took back my hand.

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