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Road To You

I've stepped on the backside of my memories past|

To avoid all the potholes cementing our path|
Not bearing my skin to the callousness of the rough roads we've crossed|
I've stared and admired your face from a birds eye view-|
every single detail recorded and shelved inside a safe-|
As shoulders lifted me higher to see you sitting there waiting for someone to sit by your side|

And so I waded across oceans just to grasp and hold you in my arms|
To keep you safe from the perils and desolation|
Isolation has succumbed|
Softly reciting prose that come from my heart that I longed but shied away from revealing|
Until I knew your ears were out there seeking my words|
And so I came knowing that my chances were cemented inside the glare with which you stared|
And showed me that the long road to love was only a step away|

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