I was enfolded in a crimson shell of anger deep with pain
Frozen fate denying breath to my prayers
For so long I was mute to the sound of wind and rain
Until true love, took me from this snare
I was given hope from wandering in the cold and barren
All of my waters have been blessed
With the sweetest, soothing tint, of aquamarine
Banishing, this pain, I have confessed
Inside my heart has wakened now, joyous with surprise
Carrying a note inscribed with your name
Running straight up a hill looking into the eyes
Which true love, has unenfolded
Just the same
Tonight may slip right by us, and quietly lie hid
Yet always straightaway I will say
My heart became unenfolded at the calling of your bid
When your own, took my crimson shell away
Nov 6, 2010
Nov 6, 2010 at 10:03 PM UTC
I was enfolded in a crimson shell of anger deep with pain
Frozen fate denying breath to my prayers
For so long I was mute to the sound of wind and rain
Until true love, took me from this snare
I was given hope from wandering in the cold and barren
All of my waters have been blessed
With the sweetest, soothing tint, of aquamarine
Banishing, this pain, I have confessed
Inside my heart has wakened now, joyous with surprise
Carrying a note inscribed with your name
Running straight up a hill looking into the eyes
Which true love, has unenfolded
Just the same
Tonight may slip right by us, and quietly lie hid
Yet always straightaway I will say
My heart became unenfolded at the calling of your bid
When your own, took my crimson shell away
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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