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If I could stand a chance of winning a heart,
I will search and go down to the valley of my idle.
For my imperfections may be your perfections,
If he leads me right..
I stand in the gap of non.
Who then can say of the agony accompanied by the oppression of my dilapidated heart?
I will search through the deep valleys,
That when I walk pass a narrow part,
You'll be there.
But if my idle has a rose planted in the midst of them all,
Then will i be left empty.
When my soul strives for her idle but meets with greave,
How then can my peaceful rivers flow?
You know not what my heart sings!
but if it's takes a thousand miles to capture my idle,
Then I need no options for where thou awaits me.
Thought may stand in the way, but I'm assured that in the end I'll meet with my idle.
© Juliet Tyover
I will search and go down to the valley of my idle.
For my imperfections may be your perfections,
If he leads me right..
I stand in the gap of non.
Who then can say of the agony accompanied by the oppression of my dilapidated heart?
I will search through the deep valleys,
That when I walk pass a narrow part,
You'll be there.
But if my idle has a rose planted in the midst of them all,
Then will i be left empty.
When my soul strives for her idle but meets with greave,
How then can my peaceful rivers flow?
You know not what my heart sings!
but if it's takes a thousand miles to capture my idle,
Then I need no options for where thou awaits me.
Thought may stand in the way, but I'm assured that in the end I'll meet with my idle.
© Juliet Tyover
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