Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, August 04, 2015

One to one

It is not the fire within the soul
or the flames of burning desire,
the love that holds me in the night
grows stronger with each hour.

Removes the tears of sorrow,
brings joy to each and everyday
and when I close my eyes to sleep
its sends the nightmares away.

My head upon your shoulder,
hearts which beats one to one
and from the greatest distance
we share the power of love.

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