The organization of any complex arrangement hinges on the interplay of seemingly haphazard individual events.

Friday, March 22, 2002

Yours You, with your hand outstretched Finger on the key This lock that you release Is opening but isn't free And I hope that you can see How it beats inside of me Instead of pushing fear aside I want to run I want to hide I am vulnerably ... She, who is wanting me Whose touch can make me cry I can only understand By never asking her why Hear the contradictions fly And as hard as I may try Every truth becomes a lie In the ache of her reply I am passionately... All I am is wanting you I've fallen down and I can't seem to come to If I should die before I wake I commend my soul into this ache Up above the world so high Where the water tends to meet the sky She's all I'm after by the toe And I won't let go... And I wanted you to know That if you reap what you would sew I would take it blow by blow All I am is... Yours And the saddest eyes are Yours And the softest skin is Yours And the hope I borrow is Yours So won't you let me in I'm yours All that I begin is yours Every prize I win is yours At your feet again I'm yours All I am is yours Yours

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