As my heart surrenders to this place of hours
I give my thoughts new fire to rise
To tender whispers of honesty from lips
I trust in curves I cannot see
With my eyes
One rare pleasure comes in as never before
Driven beyond my pulses beat
Borrowing beauty from inviting sighs
For my own tribute of solitude
Bittersweet
I would wait on the sands of time for release
From this place my thoughts linger
Surrender up this poet’s peace eternally
If my heart surrendered to whispers
Of tender honesty
Feb 17, 2011
Feb 17, 2011 at 6:58 PM UTC
As my heart surrenders to this place of hours
I give my thoughts new fire to rise
To tender whispers of honesty from lips
I trust in curves I cannot see
With my eyes
One rare pleasure comes in as never before
Driven beyond my pulses beat
Borrowing beauty from inviting sighs
For my own tribute of solitude
Bittersweet
I would wait on the sands of time for release
From this place my thoughts linger
Surrender up this poet’s peace eternally
If my heart surrendered to whispers
Of tender honesty
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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