Transcendental Sonnet #725:
Just This
I find it to be such an irony
To feel my anxiety floating free
While it holds me down as it were in chains
Anxiety is born through labor pains
And I am the only one to feel them
But Silke you are the one to heal them
Anxiety cripples me and binds me
In a prison of my own construction
Anxiety tortures me and blinds me
And would lead to my complete destruction
But now I have the promise of your love
And now I have the heaven of your kiss
As deep and velvet as the one above
Tonight and it is all I need... just this
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+Steven Curtis Lance
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