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The Star Called Love
by
Alice C. Bateman
I have a tree inside my heart
With multi-colored branches
Inside a heart that's torn to shreds
With one too few romances
One too many that were wrong
And none that's right, so far
But that doesn't stop this questing tree
From reaching for that star
The Star called Love
So seldom seen
So seldom touched upon
The Star called Love
Elusive, bright
That vanishes with dawn
Is there true love
In this sad world
Does this state e'en exist?
Is there true love
In this sad world
Is there really bliss?
I just don't know
Not anymore
If these are merely words
Or something harmful
Drugging, deep
That makes our life obscured
Is there, out there
One man for me
With my name upon his heart
One man who'll nurture
The tree of me
From whom I'll never part?
I keep believing,
Hoping so
I keep alive
The Inner Glow
The Light of Me
So strong and bright
The Light of God
In deepest night
Not yet extinguished
Though they try
Subversive ones
The bad one's spies
But Honour
God
And I
Will Win
For We
Are One
And We're
Not done
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