Fjords of flushing feeling filled fingers with fickle fright
And the mounds of molten monsters meant my mystery was right
This bound and brittle brooding has bent my broken sight
Like clipped-wing canaries cauterized from flight
When I'm not with you I am sinking
Apart from you I'm lost
The distance starts me thinking
Of the wedding ring embossed
A symbolic love note meant to last
Promising a closely intimate plan
You guide my future and know my past
And only you can hold my hand
Cramped cut-off chasms constantly collapsing
Like lions leaping laterally my lipid lips are lapsing
My mental mitigation of methodological mapping
Tenses terror that takes to me through tabulated trapping
When I'm not with you I am sinking
Apart from you I'm lost
The distance starts me thinking
Of the wedding ring embossed
A symbolic love note meant to last
Promising a closely intimate plan
You guide my future and know my past
Guide me as I hold your hand
Lost and losing like laden lead, listing and lumbering
Festering forests of forbidden fruit visions
Tossed and twitching tadpole, twisting and tumbling
Deem demoralizing and disastrous decisions
When I'm not with you I am sinking
Apart from you I'm lost
The distance starts me thinking
Of the wedding ring embossed
A symbolic love note meant to last
Promising a closely intimate plan
You guide my future and know my past
I'll walk with you and hold your hand
By Royce Waxenfelter
7-23-08
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