To Hearts

Dream yourself free...
He saw me as I really was
and loved me anyway.
I didn't have to play
those awful games
of high with him.
Where all the stakes
kept crashing down
into another endless round
of picking up the pieces yet again.
Where down and dirty
supersedes the right.
When you have to fight
to win it just to lose it all again.
He held me in his arms and let me be.
Soft glow of vibrant energy
as loving dreams the healing in
to hearts that sing into eternity...

? Michaelette ?

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Take me home . . .