Gone But, Returned

The other side is a two-way door.
Heaven had stolen my soul,
Would I upgrade and bear feathered pinion,
To fall from the divine,
With a deed to uphold,
And help the need to unfold?

The love I had Left,
But I have returned,
I plead to be seen,
For my love she's lean,
And embrace her with feathered pinion.
Published: 5/31/2012
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