Receive me when I come to you Receive me when I run from you Receive me when I tell a story When I open the exclamations Receive me in a crowded arena Receive me in my ill health In door ways and through windows Receive me as I am As I ought to be Receive me in your least favorite seasons and we'll love it Receive me on Sunday mornings Tuesday afternoons and Friday nights Receive me when we are both lost Moving slowly or quickly oblivious, by ourselves together Receive me when I am receiving I will receive you when you lay your head I will receive you when you can't speak to me Tongue tied or red eyed I will receive you when you feel like a rainbow I will receive you at two o'clock in the morning At three and at four I will receive you when the phone is dead I will receive you when you are bored I will receive you as you laugh Joke and cry in both our breaths I will receive you all my life I will receive you in a thank you I will receive you in all my moods I will receive you after the nothing of yesterday The sister of the present, mother in existence I will receive you when it hurts I will receive you as we watch Movie, book, sunset I will receive you all my life I will receive you as you receive me
Reason for writing:
Not a very good one. Thought I'd post it though.
Birth sign: Taurus
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