The heavy rains of my emotion weep like sadness from above.
Dry in eye, refreshing though as fallen water cycles through.
Threatened by the prospect of confusion in the face of love.
Dutifully obliged in kindness endlessly derived for you.
Still the skies are open as my own emotions hunker down.
Frequency subsided but allowed provided closures known.
Held to spoken limits of control while accolades abound.
'Only truth' will permeate inside the souls that are not owned.
Listen to your mourning and extract the root of why it's there.
Follow your desires in the moment or neglect to live.
We were meant to roam the earth and practice what it means to care.
Why deny affection when we both have multitudes to give?
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