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my hMy love leave slow  Linger on threshold  Waiting  Cast your voice in my oceans  Bait the hook with that tone  I can guarantee a good catch 

Love is a haunted house Ever since you & I cross this threshold Things from our past been creeping out the shadows

I can’t give you the world But I’ve got these hands Claim them as your own when yours are too weak Too shame-filled to fold in prayer I’ll bow palms on your behalf I got you

I need my love brought to a slow boil Soften the callused soul Resurrect the flavor of a wounded heart

I don’t want this love of mine to be another place you feel you can’t be yourself Ain’t no stages here

Could you get the zipper on this strength? it’s been hard to breathe help me ease into something a little more comfortable like my humanity

Love is an ocean Its depths unsearchable Floats you to the surface Waves an applause for all the storms you’ve sailed I’ll be your sky Your ocean

You will not be the next man You are the only My past of rough drafts has written me just for you

I won’t be putting all my time where it ain’t invited I’m teaching my affection not to overstay her welcome

I can speak your language just be patient enough to love me in lessons