Love landed open handed some time-
closed.
Never did I rejecte but did neglect,
That this love was true,
Self confess I only knew love,
Everytime I talked to you:
It was your constant beckoning that was my recording that finally brought the ship to the shore, they're the shore was terminate with rocks and hazards to.
That's where I found my ground;
no way can try it but always right the way you feel in the slow moving ocean you got to move with the flow,
So I go in to the deep where I you can summon the strength to do what you do not want to do if love is at stake, in your pride you may fail to see Im in the dark and need your light. Thomas Ott
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