There is a rock where I could have been yours.
There is a stream made where I could have sworn to God I’ve forded it.
But it was already there….
Where for you see I could have been your rock,
Where I could have forded your stream and loved you;
my forever.
There is a sword that strikes the earth where outspringeth love from that earth where I could have been
I could have been that sword and now;
switched upon the hands that loved you that wished to cradle you love;
runneth the cup of my blood slowly, painfully over my snow white hands;
Love that went through fear, love that went through trial; and a simple “I Love you,” was not enough.
This is my forever.
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