Straightaway, the road that takes My deepest love to you, Henceforward now and evermore, The cobwebbed days are few; The spider in its web is lost, Its traps are blown away, The thin-edged lines I'd walked across Have sunk into the day; The years we knew in ages past Have vanished in the air, And I am free to love at last With all I have to share. The dawn is brighter than before - It leads the sun to shine Upon my love - so loving more Seems led by hands divine. The sunless gray, no longer gray, Its lines now neatly drawn; And things that held us back that day Are quartered now and gone. ~ For her ~ © Tom Kraft
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