This passion,
*mindless, careless, and free,
absorbs my heart, ever so strongly.*
In it's grasp of fearlessness,
*I am caught in a high,
rebelling, against a nature of shy.*
Carried swiftly,
*amongst this gentle breeze,
I am complacent to this ease.*
A dash of curiosity,
*develops a lethal combination,
rising above, to a new elevation.*
Discoveries erupt,
*inducing a state of wonder,
followed by outbursts of blunder.*
Treasures,
*subsequently arise,
although in careful disguise.*
Traveled roads,
*though may seem tainted,
only await, to be freshly painted.*
Defined,
*by colours and hues,
of a love, acknowledging the ques.*
Endless,
*our devotion will be,
knowing no depths, like the roots of a tree.*
Together,
*we have found bliss,
upon this day, we will forever reminisce.*
Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 8:24 PM UTC
This passion,
*mindless, careless, and free,
absorbs my heart, ever so strongly.*
In it's grasp of fearlessness,
*I am caught in a high,
rebelling, against a nature of shy.*
Carried swiftly,
*amongst this gentle breeze,
I am complacent to this ease.*
A dash of curiosity,
*develops a lethal combination,
rising above, to a new elevation.*
Discoveries erupt,
*inducing a state of wonder,
followed by outbursts of blunder.*
Treasures,
*subsequently arise,
although in careful disguise.*
Traveled roads,
*though may seem tainted,
only await, to be freshly painted.*
Defined,
*by colours and hues,
of a love, acknowledging the ques.*
Endless,
*our devotion will be,
knowing no depths, like the roots of a tree.*
Together,
*we have found bliss,
upon this day, we will forever reminisce.*
Written on 2013-08-18 // Copyright ©2013 Jamie Johnson.
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