Paradoxnow

A light's appeal, is brought to me The charm to wield, my love of thee A volume of ways, left unknown And merciful's blade left to hone. A cut of whispers, a wound of pleas, I need you now, I need you to be The peaceful dark in the raging light The heat to coo the winter's bite. By cracked tears and by soothed fears, I need you now, I need you to be. The feather of hope, that floats above In feelings unjust, the only dove.