The Lancean Specificity

There




"Would there could there should there be
Any hope of love for me?"

I wondered as I blundered along
Riddled by reality
Riddling my own
But now I see where
I am loved and I was wrong:

I was not alone
And you were there

Within the meaning in between
Here I am where you know what I mean

 

+Steven Curtis Lance

 

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