In sight

Promise is sweet
And if you believe
then dreams are
Possible

Salve for the feet
Sent to relieve
Journeys far
tolerable

I cannot give
What she
would not
accept

The gift I live
Would be
worth naught
unkept

And of my heart
Golden walls
Will not be
Known

And as we part
Black night falls
Reality
Shown

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