Only You

my disease, my cure
my elixir, not so pure

my foe, my friend
my beginning, and my end


my day, my night,
my darkness and my light

my dusk and my dawn
my queen and my pawn

my damnation, my joy
my master and my toy

my guilt, my fame
my honor and my shame

my rose and my thorn
my hunger, my morsel of corn

my heaven, my hell
all my thirst and my well

my demon, my god
my weakness, my sword

sins that can't be told
virtues that I behold

only you who can make them whole
my heart, my life and my soul

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