PRECIOUS ONE (PRAYER FOR THE WEARY)

My rivers

run 

deep

My mountains

rise high

Low and behold

I’m ever at your side

Fret no more 

my gentle one

grasp my hand

it’s near

Together

we will walk

crushing

every fear

Into a field

of blooms

upon a

mossy trail

My love

for you

my precious

one

Will 

never

ever

fail

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