To love and forgive, divine.
Show me a sign--
That is not a voice of mine.
Joy is your smile without revile,
A stigmata in my mind.
Dying to thine self,
If only that would free
My caged soul
Like a passionate drink of wine.
Show me a sign--
That is not a voice of mine.
How completely can we love,
Without a devil whispering?
Am I still listening?
This is dedicated to people I know suffering from mental illness.
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