No matter how I twist and turn, no matter where I hang my hat. You're always there to see me churn, and this is life, and that is that. So when will you reveal yourself, and take yourself up off the shelf. Or is it that will never be, my eyes your face will see.
Reason for writing:
Always, looking, searching, probing. God's love is working through another, who will not reveal herself to me. I've had so many clues and false trails, but I'm still patience of Oxford. I think I know in my heart, but I must be virtuous.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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