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When Tears Create Lovers

Let me land on your shoulder
or sit at your feet
fly on our wind
You are my heartbeat

Save me room
between the lines that you read
let the night last forever
heaven in my arms as you sleep

I'm fearless, shameless
mindfully frameless
our love is right
even if it's not painless

Even the ache is better
even the stormy weather
Nothing has to be perfect
Even your demons are worthy

Concerto for my consort
Paradise restore
rise with me peacefully
no envy or jealousy

I am devoted so helplessly
surrendering breathlessly
to this love
deliverer rescue me

our courtship eternally
evolving freely
I need you now here with me
mother of buddhas 
give birth to new universes

you are the chords of my heart strings
I've searched millenniums
for the eyes like a flash of lightning
of the lotus of a billion springs


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