You are a sudden shout in a dark canyon –

Unexpected and exhilarating,

A confounding of the silence,

A beautiful break from the normal.

I yearn to yell out into the canyon

and hear your voice echo back to me,

but I fear I will hear nothing but my own voice,

returned to me forever.

Pray, echo with me for a time, dear.

Scream with me into the canyon

and roll in the grass with me laughing

at the distorted sound of our echoing.

You and I are an echoing,

a remnant of a past shout into the darkness,

but we reverberate with far more life

than we did at our initial sounding.

Its beautiful and confounding

to find ourselves brand new and yet known,

to be intertwined by chance and by design.

I am yours, if only for an echo’s time.

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If the winds of fate blow heavy,
let them not blow me far from you
or bring me to some lonesome levee
before my days have passed their due.

If the winds of fate blow softly,
as those cold winds so often do,
I will hold by your side staunchly
in moments bold or moments blue.

This may not be how it will be
but I believe it will be so.
Fate’s cold winds will blow by harshly,
but you’ll be with me even so.

My love, whatever fate may be,
Whenever the wind blows, think of me.

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