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Father time with his tick and tock..
the sound of my heart counting down the seconds on the clock..
into minutes and hours that become days...
the weeks my heart is weak..
becoming months that become years..
for which I must let go of my fears..
you see Ive cried too many tears..
but my vision now seems more clear..
Time slips from my fingertips..
creating a whirlwind of missed opportunities..
will love's grasp ever reach up and grab me..
forcibly taking me on joyrides a plenty..
I want to be held down and up by love..
down to be honest about love..
up by placing me in clouds that never lose their density love..
where I can trust in walking beside love..
never fearing that the base of my cloud will drop love..
reaking havak on my soul love
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By: Lisa Roberts
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