Though you may have lost your way,
And know not where to go.
The only thing that I can say,
Is that I love you still.
And though you might not come back home,
And though you might be changed,
I will not let you be alone.
Whether for good or ill.
You are the ink that fuels my pen,
Demanding always, just another line,
And when I've written yet another ten,
You ask for more, and I cannot deny.
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