Grab my hand and smile darlin' because there is a mystery you can piece together.
Founded by hand connections and line readings.
Reading in between the lines.
What kind of love can be made from silence and incompetent stares?
Refusing but enlightening, caring but unnecessary.
Take a chance and have a dance with me under the light of the screaming moon. That sends peace and cool breezing air.
Serenity like a gun to shoot love through your soft heart.
BAM!
There goes my heart, now carefully hold it for it is glass.
Turn it into stone over time to be clear.
For it can be turned into a diamond when it comes to hearing the beautiful bells to my ears.
When white is for innocence and true love.
Now let me see your hand, for my hand lay.
Careful and caring, but critical and confident.
You take off the mask for your real face to be seen.
I lost my mask, for God has broken and burned the tassels.
Melted away the paint that withheld my real capabilities.
Talk is slow and incomplete.
Show yourself with actions.
For I am easily happy within the realm of yours presence.
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