were this the love
to save me
when every hope was spent
before i dared
the window
to throw open
was this what i imagined
when nights were dark
and cold
the warmth i knew
was fitted
for my soul
how can i know
how can i ever
will to understand
the roads between
a million wayward stars
shattered by a wish
once i made
once i carried
slept beneath a pillow
on my bed

were this the love
to save me
when every hope was spent
before i dared
the window
to throw open

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