At First

First lost, then found, then separate
From life, you found me wandering,
Swirling, spinning in your tunnel of love.

Removed from reality, your love
So clear, for weeks on end I separate
From you, uncertain, still wandering.

Back turned, I feel you wandering,
Calling, asking for my love.
Where heart and past could not separate

Now separate souls cling as one, wandering through lands of love.


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