Dear love , my dear
I hold you in my embrace
As the fire dances amongst the trees
Casting shadows on Decembers lawn
A blanket of chill
But it shall not snake it's way against your skin
While I
Hold you...
You ask me of my past
But my past is not my present
I have escaped
Its angry cloak
I would rather make moments to be
Remembered
Now
With you so soft
And small
A warriors bride
For you are glass with a core of steel
And your cracks always heal
Your brown hair
Curtains shy eyes
To insucure
To gaze at mine
Though I can feel you want to
Just let go
And let the stars guide you
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 12:14 AM UTC
Dear love , my dear
I hold you in my embrace
As the fire dances amongst the trees
Casting shadows on Decembers lawn
A blanket of chill
But it shall not snake it's way against your skin
While I
Hold you...
You ask me of my past
But my past is not my present
I have escaped
Its angry cloak
I would rather make moments to be
Remembered
Now
With you so soft
And small
A warriors bride
For you are glass with a core of steel
And your cracks always heal
Your brown hair
Curtains shy eyes
To insucure
To gaze at mine
Though I can feel you want to
Just let go
And let the stars guide you
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