Hold on.
How can your stationary constant's aura so greatly differ?
I remember your warm blanket.
The coziness.
The serenity.
The relaxation.
Of your voluntary presence.
When you show your face, I no longer see a smile.
Only a hostile glance.
An unsettled confidence.
And anxiety for change.
As your ghost of brevity withers away.
Vulnerability is good when met with loving reply.
Yet you leave the unprotected confined in doubt.
Oh where have you gone?
Your tricks and tease are lifeless.
The dull games you play only dispirit a soul.
Can't you reveal your genuineness?
This temporary concealment has intention, for it pulls me in the direction of my heart.
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"No longer will there be anything accursed, but the throne of God and of the Lamb will be in it, and His servants will worship Him. They will see His face, and His name will be on their foreheads. And night will be no more. They will need no light of lamp or sun, for the Lord God will be their light, and they will reign forever and ever." Revelation 22:3-5 |
