A poem I wished to write In the absence of a holy rite Swirling images clouded by shame Bring forth and earn some fame For I am here, I am your servant Pluck your wisdom oh grand savant
I’ll keep them safe I’ll hold them dear No amount of your lore I cannot bear Say the word that you kept for so long Let them be heard as you turn them into song Recite the words that your lover so yearn Beauty you burn for by rights you earn
In my bosom forever you will stay Journey my reclusive soul, so do say Hold on to me as we brave the sands Soon my sweetest, behold the undying lands Let’s bear each other until the end of our days For so true love is all we pray
#Poetry∗This is my original composition © Copyright 2014
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