Pictorial Prose dances to the rhythm of the soul and the magic of nature. Each day is a journey through life and with it a view of the wonder and joy of the heart and mind with an explosion of passion and desire. The opposite of to live is to ...
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Voice of Love
I heard the voice of love
the whispers of loneliness
and fear, as I reached into
the darkness in hopes that
I could bring you here.
Your breath sweet to mine,
your lips gentle and so fine,
touching heart to heart and
embracing with the mind.
Wiped the tears from my cheek,
but couldn't remove each one.
Embedded are they to my soul ,
to represent our forever love.
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