One day, I want to be so in love that the angels themselves would envy the love I’ve found without them.
A love in which Cupid would supply them with the bow and arrows to prepare them for the war of my unrighteousness.
One day, I’ll be so in love that the music will hum in harmony with the giving earth and not the envious skies.
On that day the heavens will think they’ve lost control and my feet will be so planted to the ground that my roots will begin to dig deeper into the earths porous surface penetrating into its crust and I will no longer have to beg the skies for an angel.
One day the love of my life will walk towards me among the earths ground and they will come to me with two bare feet, body sculpted into perfection and their appearance will be that of a
Saint in a luminous glow, without any wings,
not even a halo to show.
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 8:04 PM UTC
One day, I want to be so in love that the angels themselves would envy the love I’ve found without them.
A love in which Cupid would supply them with the bow and arrows to prepare them for the war of my unrighteousness.
One day, I’ll be so in love that the music will hum in harmony with the giving earth and not the envious skies.
On that day the heavens will think they’ve lost control and my feet will be so planted to the ground that my roots will begin to dig deeper into the earths porous surface penetrating into its crust and I will no longer have to beg the skies for an angel.
One day the love of my life will walk towards me among the earths ground and they will come to me with two bare feet, body sculpted into perfection and their appearance will be that of a
Saint in a luminous glow, without any wings,
not even a halo to show.
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