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The Spaces Between  There was a time when I used to think the Arabian Sea held such charm, such allure .. such incomparable beauty that nothing could equal its hold upon my heart. Until the day you showed me the Bay of Bengal. And now I realize what should have been clear to me all along. That perfection lies not in what is visible to our eyes above, but in the hidden beauty just waiting to be discovered in the depths below. To me you are like the Bay of Bengal .. wild and untamed, with a rare beauty no words could describe. And though you revel in your never ending quest for freedom .. there's a part of you that still longs for something more. For as much as you try to deny it exists - I know there is a small piece of you that would still surrender it all (quite willingly) .. in the name of love. ~~ Isabella Loving, lying enemy I have seen your face before Never thought again I'd see Didn't want to anymore I remember your loving eyes And the moonlit kiss The evening lullabies I would truly miss Through the years we had it all The midnight whispers, the midday calls This house of cards it had to fall And you ask for forgiveness You're asking too much I have sheltered my heart In a place you can't touch I don't believe when you tell me Your love is real 'Cause you don't know much about Heaven, boy If you have to hurt to feel Every time I see you I can't help but look away All along I had believed Everything you'd say When I look now I know I've seen your face before I don't want your deceiving smile Standing at my door And I don't care what people say I'm ready now to face this day 'Cause I have lost you along the way And you ask for forgiveness You're asking too much I have sheltered my heart in a place You can't touch I don't believe when you tell me Your love is real 'Cause you don't know much about Heaven, boy If you have to hurt to feel 'Cause you don't know much about Heaven, boy If you have to hurt To ask for forgiveness You're asking too much I have sheltered my heart in a place You can't touch I don't believe when you tell me Your love is real 'Cause you don't know much about Heaven, boy If you have to hurt to feel Sarah McLachlan Forgiveness |
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