Personal request
for what my heart held clear
And didn’t have the wit to show
For what my path proposed
And got lost in its diversions
For what my beginnings dreamed
And my ends cannot lay hold of
For what promises i made
And have not had the shine to keep to
I ask your understanding
For what i have been
And could not be another
I ask your love
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