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.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 3rd, 2024 12:06
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Comments1
Beautifully worded and with such good flow it holds a romantic feel and somehow holds the feel of a master work
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