If it is in His will that one finds peace
This must be His will
For my heart never waivers
In its love for you
I told you once
After one of many conversations I'd had
It was as your wife
My path had been enlightened
The wave of anxiety had finally passed
I had washed up on the shores of your life
And found it more suitable
Than any other
Bearing fruits with names like Dragon
Breathing fire, I was purified in
Where loving too much is the way and not the sin
A reason to rejoice in the good deeds of men
The discipline--
Not all will choose to climb this mountain--
It takes to embark on a quest of which outcomes are uncertain
On which faith is our strongest weapon
And lack of desire a fatal omen
With the grace of God, I have learned many lessons
Been blessed with many Mentors, Guides, and Pilgrimages
Found myself lost and hopeless
Staring face to face with the abyss
Making the decision
This was not it
What was before me was not to be fridged
But warm, divine, and celestial
It was willed, and I moved forward
Giving way to the higher plan
The one I had not created
The one which I had been created for
I relaxed, in the arms of our lord
I basked in the sun
Upon balmy sand
Gazing into the face
Of the most beautiful man
This must be His will
For my heart never waivers
In its love for you
I told you once
After one of many conversations I'd had
It was as your wife
My path had been enlightened
The wave of anxiety had finally passed
I had washed up on the shores of your life
And found it more suitable
Than any other
Bearing fruits with names like Dragon
Breathing fire, I was purified in
Where loving too much is the way and not the sin
A reason to rejoice in the good deeds of men
The discipline--
Not all will choose to climb this mountain--
It takes to embark on a quest of which outcomes are uncertain
On which faith is our strongest weapon
And lack of desire a fatal omen
With the grace of God, I have learned many lessons
Been blessed with many Mentors, Guides, and Pilgrimages
Found myself lost and hopeless
Staring face to face with the abyss
Making the decision
This was not it
What was before me was not to be fridged
But warm, divine, and celestial
It was willed, and I moved forward
Giving way to the higher plan
The one I had not created
The one which I had been created for
I relaxed, in the arms of our lord
I basked in the sun
Upon balmy sand
Gazing into the face
Of the most beautiful man
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