Upon your wings, my longing finds its rest,
With you, my soul feels eternally blessed.
Yet, doubts arise, stirring within my breast,
Concerns of lineage put us to the test.
Lies don't align with the passing of time,
Desire fades unless it's truly cherished
Sometimes the heart feels restless, out of line,
Fragile, it bursts forth, love to be cherished.
When I look back upon my quiet past,
The weight of buried sorrows echoes deep.
I blame not time nor the years gone so fast,
In your scent, my comfort I will keep.
I pledge my love, my oath upon your hand,
With you, my dear, forever I will stand.
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