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I tread thinly on the
cloud I do not own
Fear of rejection
so to my love I hone
My skills that are needed
to make me one with her
Tonight it will rain
and with it wash me under
Her spell, I fight it not
in her web she has caught
Me shaking, I fill with fraught
love is worth a shot
To the heart -- I take her
and so challenge the gods
With the ring I ask her;
she pauses, slowly nods
Hooray, hooray, hooray
for acceptance above
I stand; I dream; I live
with the hand of my love.