Tightropes
We walk a tightrope
Fearful of falling to
Our death below
Fearful of falling to
A life all alone
A line thin as a razor
With love on one side
Hatred on the other
But I couldn’t bear to
Walk that line with
Without my Friend ,
Fighter , Comforter
My True Lover
They are one and the same
For I walk with none
other,
Than you , my love
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