For so long as I understand
the way we unfold conflict
there is no way your love I
could ever try to contradict.
Just keep twisting and turn
in a dance for me to capture
in my mind some reason for
our little origins of disaster.
I over think and you know I
know not the best stories truly
yours I love the way you uplift
me at every corner I feel fully.
Yet you treat me too nice to
make me think your intentions
are true because when we fall
apart it is quite the affliction.
Unfold your arms in your
grip I know it is a fit in a whole
part of your soul that you want
me more and more to control.
Your dance our conflict is me
letting you lead me to be blind.
Maybe I think sometimes it is
exactly my just desserts to find.
Love,
Raven
RMC 
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