Candlelight and acoustic shows
with fingers like feathers on my back.

I think I'm finally awake-
filled with the sudden realizations
only six strings can provide.

I could fall in love with your song
if I gave myself the chance.

Do not mistake my words,
for it is not you I desire,
but the electricity hidden within your hands -
[...makes me whole once again.]

Fill me with your passion,
your courage, your voice,
and I'll follow your every lead
for just a fragment of insight.

Grant to me:
Ambition to walk on water,
Ability to stand on my own,
Dreams of being held.
And I will drain a thousand pens in your honor.
Each word inked with the delicate precision
and strategic position of
the strands of hair so often shadowing your eyes.

Place my hand in yours,
and I, too, shall live forever...

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