RSM0812

A walk

I walk through the stilled beauty of her heart,

I confess as random as a breeze,

Awakened songs of love, so deep in thought,

As roses in the winters frost will freeze.

Nor broken, bent, or shamefuly cast,

Is my immortality of the past.

I wish for only beats of two,

As I progress and go on through.

I\'d enter slow and hide a while,

Listening softly to your benevolent smile.

And fall where you doth throw.