There can be a cruelty, as hormones flow
without the guiding light of soul
and pain arises, lashing out
replacing faith with doubt

for what if this shall never come to be?
Would I drift throughout eternity

Destiny is here, within our reach
offering this glorious chance to teach
the universe of its creation
yet still, you pause, block flows sensation

And I sense fear within your eyes
searching ever endless skies
of mind

Have I given too much, yet again
pushing past the limit when
you might have become real?
What is this angst I feel?

Tell me, love, of even this
for I must touch your precious flesh
to heal

? Michaelette ?

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