let Me

September 21, 2012 11:14 am

Sometimes when I apporach you, you flutter your wings like a wounded bird.
You expect the worst where I come with My love.

You don’t recognize me when My hands are lifting you up.

And you are still afraid when I dress your wounds.

I’d like so much to have your trust, and I’d like it to remian unshaken.
I’d like you to let Me love you.

I know every beat of your heart.



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