When the liars surround me, choking the truth, you hold me up with your right hand.
When others threaten to destroy those I hold dear, I hold onto you.
When my tears fall, you will cry with me.
When the mourning time is finished, we will dance and you will twirl me through the sky.
You are my beloved and I am yours.
© January 5, 2012 by Sarah Schwerin
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