The dance between you and I, a riddle untold,
A truth that unfolds, yet others don't behold.
When slumber embraces the world's vast sway,
Why does sleep's embrace evade us, and slip away?
He awaits, though delayed, will surely appear,
He arrives, a beacon, dispelling all fear.
A journey of purpose, a path to be trod,
Innocence lost on a desolate road.
The world paints itself in a vibrant array,
Truth intertwined with deceit, joy with dismay.
Had hearts known their worth, their truest design,
Such a giving of hearts, so beautifully divine.
I seek no games, no fleeting desire,
Good or bad, I am what I aspire.
Go then, my heart, I freely bestow,
Parting from you, where else shall I go?
He awaits, though delayed, will surely appear,
He arrives, a beacon, dispelling all fear.
He arrives, a beacon, a radiant spark,
He arrives.
He arrives, a beacon, a radiant spark,
He arrives.
He arrives, a beacon, a radiant spark,
He arrives.
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