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Setting you free

Frozen, Jaded, Brittle and Broken
You found me
Breathed life into my lips
And warmth into my soul
Until you kindled a raging fire
That melted the ice within
And led to a warm glow
That suffused my pallid heart
And gave me a brand new start
Now, nothing can ever tear us apart
Not labels, not society
Nor unnamed fears
Or jealous tears
For once we’ve realised what we’ve found
Is precious and rare
Why would we subject it to the world’s stares
Nameless we may remain
But bound in spirit
Free to roam
Wherever we wish
I would never want to see you cry
Or writhe in pain and agony
For life is wondrous and beautiful
When love is truly set free

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