For the Asking

Searching, what do I give to you?

Days, I pondered and debated

Showing, we are a blended two

Perfect, not too little or overstated

Learning, the rhythm takes time

Imperfect, a misstep and unforced error

Knowing, we won’t always rhyme

Retiring, the wayward wayfarer

Asking, my unabashed story

Searching, for magic lasting years

Mismatched, not a hand in glove

Settling, for ill-fitted locking of gears

Appearing, time to be cautious

Probably, just another illusion

Vanishing, like early morning mist

Life, safer in familiar seclusion

Together, feel what we’re missing

Energy, whatever we create

Stay, not turning away

Bravely, standing with still feet


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