Love's Light

Taken from my young breast
Gone the advantage of never seen
Ugliness, spite of cankerous
Midnight

Dwelled in the darkness fear-filled
Absent the gentle hand unseen
The sounds of a white dove
In flight

Fight for the things so grand
As to sponsor a million dreams
All that is perfect, clean, wishful
And bright

You are my only path to peace
The hand I grasp is not my own
Through shadow, rebellion straight into
LOVE'S LIGHT

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