Conduit
You are my conduit.
My portal.
My gateway to things unseen.
You provide visions.
You describe dreams.
You tell me things I can scarce believe.
Somehow you have reached within me.
And found my secret joys.
You explore them.
You magnify them.
And hand them back to me.
Expanded.
Intensified.
Greater than I had imagined.
How is it that you do this?
What is your secret?
Who gave you the key to me?
And what do you receive in return?
What do you wish?
How can I repay these things?
Tell me what you desire.
I will withhold nothing.
I only want to love you,
To do anything to keep you here,
To never be without you
And what you do. |
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