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"unfading" poems
Love is unfading Love is unconditional Love is worth waiting Love is like a dove Frail but beautiful Love is rare Love is once in a lifetime True love is not *** It's not given to anyone True love is given to one person Today true love is rare Rarer then anything imagianable This is not a poem It's an announcement If you've experienced true love Don't let it go Don't be like most people today If you connect with someone Don't let them go Wait for your true love
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Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 9:26 AM UTC
Love
He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires: As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks or lips or eyes.
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The Unfading Beauty
Looking at the          satellite picture                     it looks clear.                        The earth is a blue                                   drop of water!                                   Did the sun paint                  the shades of this blue dew             dot years.        Still, the ****** shines    in same old unfading colour!
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Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 11:18 AM UTC
Earth a Drop of Water
Montgomery! true, the common lot Of mortals lies in Lethe’s wave; Yet some shall never be forgot, Some shall exist beyond the grave. “Unknown the region of his birth,” The hero rolls the tide of war; Yet not unknown his martial worth, Which glares a meteor from afar. His joy or grief, his weal or woe, Perchance may ’scape the page of fame; Yet nations, now unborn, will know The record of his deathless name. The Patriot’s and the Poet’s frame Must share the common tomb of all: Their glory will not sleep the same; ‘That’ will arise, though Empires fall. The lustre of a Beauty’s eye Assumes the ghastly stare of death; The fair, the brave, the good must die, And sink the yawning grave beneath. Once more, the speaking eye revives, Still beaming through the lover’s strain; For Petrarch’s Laura still survives: She died, but ne’er will die again. The rolling seasons pass away, And Time, untiring, waves his wing; Whilst honour’s laurels ne’er decay, But bloom in fresh, unfading spring. All, all must sleep in grim repose, Collected in the silent tomb; The old, the young, with friends and foes, Fest’ring alike in shrouds, consume. The mouldering marble lasts its day, Yet falls at length an useless fane; To Ruin’s ruthless fangs a prey, The wrecks of pillar’d Pride remain. What, though the sculpture be destroy’d, From dark Oblivion meant to guard; A bright renown shall be enjoy’d, By those, whose virtues claim reward. Then do not say the common lot Of all lies deep in Lethe’s wave; Some few who ne’er will be forgot Shall burst the ******* of the grave.
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Answer To A Beautiful Poem, Written By Montgomery, Author Of “The Wanderer Of Switzerland,” Etc., Entitled “The Common Lot.”
Montgomery! true, the common lot Of mortals lies in Lethe’s wave; Yet some shall never be forgot, Some shall exist beyond the grave. “Unknown the region of his birth,” The hero rolls the tide of war; Yet not unknown his martial worth, Which glares a meteor from afar. His joy or grief, his weal or woe, Perchance may ’scape the page of fame; Yet nations, now unborn, will know The record of his deathless name. The Patriot’s and the Poet’s frame Must share the common tomb of all: Their glory will not sleep the same; ‘That’ will arise, though Empires fall. The lustre of a Beauty’s eye Assumes the ghastly stare of death; The fair, the brave, the good must die, And sink the yawning grave beneath. Once more, the speaking eye revives, Still beaming through the lover’s strain; For Petrarch’s Laura still survives: She died, but ne’er will die again. The rolling seasons pass away, And Time, untiring, waves his wing; Whilst honour’s laurels ne’er decay, But bloom in fresh, unfading spring. All, all must sleep in grim repose, Collected in the silent tomb; The old, the young, with friends and foes, Fest’ring alike in shrouds, consume. The mouldering marble lasts its day, Yet falls at length an useless fane; To Ruin’s ruthless fangs a prey, The wrecks of pillar’d Pride remain. What, though the sculpture be destroy’d, From dark Oblivion meant to guard; A bright renown shall be enjoy’d, By those, whose virtues claim reward. Then do not say the common lot Of all lies deep in Lethe’s wave; Some few who ne’er will be forgot Shall burst the ******* of the grave.
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When the wars of men Shall finally end Will the lands still be green Bejeweled with floral adornment And the mighty seas spirited In their azure echo of the skies Or will it reek like the woeful demise Of a fateful unfading resolve By the mortal greed of folks Sedated in devilish hoax
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Mar 11, 2023
Mar 11, 2023 at 12:59 PM UTC
Wars of Men
Day versus night and hope versus despair, Born to live, live to die, die to relive. Came from the last fear not this world of care; Still striving towards the life yet unlive’. Autumn leaves must fall; undone lies the past. Unfading scents, frozen hearts come to life, Hope’s endless tide makes fleeting passion last; Be the heroes of time as in the strife Fate has no beginning and knows no end, And still the souls heedlessly await her. Behind the curtain haze sets to descend A sweet thereafter or endless torture. Time stops at nothing, but it dies for love, And memories forever share thereof.
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Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 5:17 PM UTC
Weakness of Time (Sonnet)
She is entranced in the little, endless hums of the night, they are soft spoken mysteries, gentle whispers in the wind by the poet’s pen in stroke of the fabric of pages with visions written by sonorous hums of the deep sea arms of the cosmos in a flower undying, opening in the eyes of the one who have known the dark to cherish the light, unfading in bloom, she rises from the long, waking daydream, drifted by the seas of the moon to the shore, where she rests, gazing upon the tides until the sun is in advent, the earth awakens, deeper than stars, the unsullied sleep and breathe, they too, are timeless.
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Jul 30, 2023
Jul 30, 2023 at 1:29 PM UTC
Poet's Pen
An unfading melody fills my life with a beauty that covers my scars with ink of a rhyme's desire I can’t dismiss. And I remember, some things, move smooth as silk like laughter filled words of a lover’s kiss. The ink which is burned upon my name sleeps with my every hope searching only……. for happiness. It looks at me with an expectant face in those moments when my mind can’t rest. The slightest touch of this melody leaves me waiting to shine with outstretched hands. My heart overflows with the beauty of a thousand lights changing color at my command. I can feel the ink of my soul writing…… on each and every breath this melody breathes. While the ink burned upon my name finds the happiness it needs.
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Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 2:08 AM UTC
Ink Burned Upon My Name
2 There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin, Never mind silent fields— Here is a little forest, Whose leaf is ever green; Here is a brighter garden, Where not a frost has been; In its unfading flowers I hear the bright bee hum: Prithee, my brother, Into my garden come!
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There is another sky
maybe you won't find me beautiful because of my hair or my lips or the color of my skin maybe you won't love the way i walk or the way i dress but i hope you fall in love with the words in my soul and the fire in my heart and the myriad of stars in my eyes and the wonder and grace that are tangled in my hair and the bravery that is locked up in my bones and the unfading beauty of my spirit and if you think that's beautiful, that is enough for me.
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Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 11:52 PM UTC
beautiful.
Honor and happiness unite To make the Christian's name a praise; How fair the scene, how clear the light, That fills the remnant of His days! A kingly character He bears, No change His priestly office knows; Unfading is the crown He wears, His joys can never reach a close. Adorn'd with glory from on high, Salvation shines upon His face; His robe is of the ethereal dye, His steps are dignity and grace. Inferior honors He disdains, Nor stoops to take applause from earth; The King of kings Himself maintains The expenses of His heavenly birth. The noblest creature seen below, Ordain'd to fill a throne above; God gives him all He can bestow, His kingdom of eternal love! My soul is ravished at the thought! Methinks from earth I see Him rise! Angels congratulate His lot, And shout Him welcome to the skies.
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The Christian
falling unfading timeless towards paradise fingertips streaming spirals of howling light beyond the speed of ecstasy flying blind knowing unseen the unbroken strand that binds two through boundless halls of celestial wonder skimming across astral seas split the surface peel back the facade plunge beyond the deep spread your wings for me envelope me ride the cresting wave rushing inside of you through my tantric eye we coruscate and transmute constantly becoming infinitely and intricately being converged
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Aug 20, 2022
Aug 20, 2022 at 10:52 PM UTC
Singularity
It's stories above where the butterflies rustled, Whirring between the lights in aeolian bustle. I'm smiling spritely at a neon halo, While my organs writhe in jacqueminot El Niño. Wading the nightscape  with a glitched simper, I could not change nor attempt to tinker, Just breaching the moments passing to linger. Fingers, then palms, then lips, then black, Then for a few seconds the world collapsed. A breath, a sip, some wit, I'm back. Shed the murky vision of captive cataracts. And now, The sylph saunters in epitomized elegance, And I've buckled on the inside to the resonant reverence. I follow the fragrance in her wake as paralyzed sedatives, And anything I might say could only lack eloquence. Then magnanimous mantras attract exact, It seems way down the rabbit hole I've finally met my match. There's a mesh of flesh, a smooth caress, Then I wake and realize these were not visions yonder death. Particles of my brain erupt, I can't explain away the unfading elation of touch. Every pose palatial down to the pixels, I'd gaze deep in the sheen of her mind gleaming as crystals. Her eyes open like daybreak in flashes, Sunstreaks glint over the horizon of her lashes. There's morning songbirds behind the taste of coffee, I think she's figured I'm just a well decorated softy. Unveiling my most human of contentions stripped to the eclipse of logic, My former self laughs in tones pitched sardonic. Euphorically strumming at gossamer heartstrings, Etched in the fabric as sakura carvings.
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Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 8:48 PM UTC
Beautiful Creature
It's stories above where the butterflies rustled, Whirring between the lights in aeolian bustle. I'm smiling spritely at a neon halo, While my organs writhe in jacqueminot El Niño. Wading the nightscape  with a glitched simper, I could not change nor attempt to tinker, Just breaching the moments passing to linger. Fingers, then palms, then lips, then black, Then for a few seconds the world collapsed. A breath, a sip, some wit, I'm back. Shed the murky vision of captive cataracts. And now, The sylph saunters in epitomized elegance, And I've buckled on the inside to the resonant reverence. I follow the fragrance in her wake as paralyzed sedatives, And anything I might say could only lack eloquence. Then magnanimous mantras attract exact, It seems way down the rabbit hole I've finally met my match. There's a mesh of flesh, a smooth caress, Then I wake and realize these were not visions yonder death. Particles of my brain erupt, I can't explain away the unfading elation of touch. Every pose palatial down to the pixels, I'd gaze deep in the sheen of her mind gleaming as crystals. Her eyes open like daybreak in flashes, Sunstreaks glint over the horizon of her lashes. There's morning songbirds behind the taste of coffee, I think she's figured I'm just a well decorated softy. Unveiling my most human of contentions stripped to the eclipse of logic, My former self laughs in tones pitched sardonic. Euphorically strumming at gossamer heartstrings, Etched in the fabric as sakura carvings.
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All's hushed as midnight on a summer's night. Summer is never fully existent. Immortal possession is naught with man Unnatural though thou radiant night Indifferent man, silent whisper of night A serene warning in lovely disguise The unfading tempest, journey to man A foolish ***** desire for revenge A vague figure from the silence of night Hag born from the abyss of perdition Starting of end, beginning of no end Condemning man to an eternal life As long as this lives in memory So long lives this, and this gives life to thee
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Jan 23, 2012
Jan 23, 2012 at 1:06 AM UTC
The Tempest
Your shadows cast down on the lonely spirits Bringing with them intricate visions And emitting longing desires With searing memories that are cutting but so prepossessing Residing between the clouds of the evening and the curtains of the dawn You are both mysterious and majestic With the moon as your crown The stars as your wealth And silence as your robe You gaze with eyes Open and wise Into the universe above you And see all of the depths of life You listen with ears Sharp and careful To the sighs of desolation that flow ever so quietly From the ever wakeful souls and the ever restless minds You whisper with lips Soft and sanguine Into quiet rooms Bearing peaceful slumber and secret dreams With hands Mystic and powerful You close eyelids gently As you guide hushed minds and aching hearts To a world more kindly than our own Lovers get lost in the folds of your dark and endless ensemble And the lonely-hearted weep at your feet You feel their unfading longing and despair And lull them with your soft sounds and quiet presence You are a friend of lovers A consoler of the lonely The minds of poets stir at your forthcoming And hearts of prophetic stature awaken As imagination and inspiration are both Born and nourished under your guidance You are a monarch to the poets A vision to the prophets A confidant to the thinkers Ever so tragic But ever so beautiful You are home to the intellectuals and the visionaries The writers and the artists Over time you have revealed your secret purposes unto me You have transformed my fear of the darkness into tireless trust With your magic fingers you touched my mind And my thoughts poured out in stardust And flowed like a river beneath the moonlight You kissed my spirit Became my most trusty companion You accompanied me in times of joy and in times of sorrow You caressed my cheek and kissed my forehead We grew closer and closer Until we became one in and of the other For within my dark self there are twinkling stars That scatter passion throughout And within my heart lies a struggling moon In which doubt surfaces with the dawn And comfort envelops me as the evening retreats You awakened my soul and instilled peace deep within I am covered with a veil of mystery Given unto me from your own mysterious shroud I, too, am a night Quiet and profound Yet fettered and unruly Strong and exalting Wise and amiable Yet cryptic and capricious For there is no real beginning to my darkness And no real end to my depths
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Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 8:26 PM UTC
Night, My Protector, My Counterpart
Your shadows cast down on the lonely spirits Bringing with them intricate visions And emitting longing desires With searing memories that are cutting but so prepossessing Residing between the clouds of the evening and the curtains of the dawn You are both mysterious and majestic With the moon as your crown The stars as your wealth And silence as your robe You gaze with eyes Open and wise Into the universe above you And see all of the depths of life You listen with ears Sharp and careful To the sighs of desolation that flow ever so quietly From the ever wakeful souls and the ever restless minds You whisper with lips Soft and sanguine Into quiet rooms Bearing peaceful slumber and secret dreams With hands Mystic and powerful You close eyelids gently As you guide hushed minds and aching hearts To a world more kindly than our own Lovers get lost in the folds of your dark and endless ensemble And the lonely-hearted weep at your feet You feel their unfading longing and despair And lull them with your soft sounds and quiet presence You are a friend of lovers A consoler of the lonely The minds of poets stir at your forthcoming And hearts of prophetic stature awaken As imagination and inspiration are both Born and nourished under your guidance You are a monarch to the poets A vision to the prophets A confidant to the thinkers Ever so tragic But ever so beautiful You are home to the intellectuals and the visionaries The writers and the artists Over time you have revealed your secret purposes unto me You have transformed my fear of the darkness into tireless trust With your magic fingers you touched my mind And my thoughts poured out in stardust And flowed like a river beneath the moonlight You kissed my spirit Became my most trusty companion You accompanied me in times of joy and in times of sorrow You caressed my cheek and kissed my forehead We grew closer and closer Until we became one in and of the other For within my dark self there are twinkling stars That scatter passion throughout And within my heart lies a struggling moon In which doubt surfaces with the dawn And comfort envelops me as the evening retreats You awakened my soul and instilled peace deep within I am covered with a veil of mystery Given unto me from your own mysterious shroud I, too, am a night Quiet and profound Yet fettered and unruly Strong and exalting Wise and amiable Yet cryptic and capricious For there is no real beginning to my darkness And no real end to my depths
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Accept in return, the eternal fragrance of the unfading flower of love. It shines even in the moonless night of dark fear. It is what Hope Chooses as her form when she reveals herself in this mortal world; It is beauty and attracts to itself, more varied, many-hued beauty: The butterflies gladly do its bidding, conveying the flutter of joy to More forlorn twigs and leaves making them dance in the breeze I don’t have to say I am happy, because love is joy and joy is self- Evident, like fragrance that wafts across and fills vast empty spaces.
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Jul 16, 2012
Jul 16, 2012 at 5:30 PM UTC
Accept in return
Life throws storms I grieve, then stay. Anger flares, loyalty remains. A million miles won't break this thread. Block me, **** me I'm still yours. Absence cannot erase our bond. Life is brief; love outlives it. I'll chase your smile through every time. If not here, I'll find you next. My vow endures beyond all ends.
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Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 11:20 AM UTC
Unfading Vow
You're ink. I'm the quill: I lounge, idle and mute For want of your color on my parchment. Like ink you've spilled Into my life And like ink you'll stay Forever stained, an unfading tattoo.
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Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC
Ink
Oh Keeper of my heart, Massage to soul I bruised, Stay my masochistic hand, Stop me from throwing rocks, At my own glass chest. Help me to see the unfading beauty, You made me to be. You commanded me to do away with fear, And yet here he is at my table. Peace is by a far a sweeter dish, And my tongue longs to hold it forever. Oh Keeper of my heart, You won’t let it fall, Or let it be broken beyond repair. So I may love recklessly, If I love you the most. Your peace is like a gentle rain, Falling on a troubled head, I must release myself to play in the shower, And get happily soaked.
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 7:53 PM UTC
Keeper of my heart
There is a certain beauty that arises from suffering or rather from failing to be defeated by suffering; an air of regal-ness in a head held high against the coming storm.  Eyes heavy and tired from hard work and sleepless anxious nights and features worn and scarred from years of pain and struggles. Yet in those eyes burns a fire that refuses to be extinguished and there is a smile defiant and brilliant as if to say “you cannot break me”. This is true beauty, unfading and pure.  The painted, plastic faces our world has come to admire are nothing compared to this, for they are merely an illusion a reflection of cheap vanity and will fade in time.  True beauty does not dim with age but grows brighter and stronger.  This is the beauty this world should admire most, for it is honest and endless.
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Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 9:46 AM UTC
Honest Beauty
Sing me to sleep With this soft lullaby. Wash away my fears With your kind heart. Stand by me With your unfading loyalty. Remind me of our memories With your steady breath. Take me far away With your endearing imagination. Help me let go With your will to live on. Sing me to sleep With this soft lullaby.
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Jul 25, 2012
Jul 25, 2012 at 4:36 AM UTC
Soft Lullaby
The light of the stars in the sky that I looked up to Old memories and wishes are sent, crossing through time unfading The cries of someone are reflected in your eyes with a sparkle, the feelings in the wind The wishes in the moon, they all live within powerful limitations, today Our feelings too, will one day continue to shine With someone's heart, like those stars One, two bell chimes resound vast and deep, to within the heart Drops of stars like a story; fine tracks are amassed within them The era moves along with time, and the flowing stars quietly move too If you close your eyes, and listen closely, good bye A bunch of black and white photographs of the sky, a blowing muffler, white breath I want to get closer, even if it's just a little; running double time until we're on higher ground If we take out a massive telescope The lens will disturb the star dust Time takes away time, and romance passes through the eras Releasing the light, now we'll firmly pass through time without giving up Until it reaches someone, the light of glory will go on and make a story Beyond all of this, along with us A baby's first cry is raised, a small light, a bit light Crossing through space and time, they meet All of the individual sparklings become one, and a story is created Like the constellations that are connected point to point, if only I could paint a beautiful picture for someone Look up, hey, they're winter's diamonds The creeping milky way, soon I'll be able to take back my courage Releasing the light, now we'll firmly pass through Time without giving up, until it reaches someone The light of glory will go on and make a story Beyond all of this, along with us The sky is infinitely vast, yes Beyond the sea, first breaths are taken, and lives are cut off The stars shine down like goddesses The moments of the four seasons repeat, continuing on for long times That's good, we'll carve in our memories just a little bit Passing through endless time, and starting to shine The story continues on inside of my heart One day, the you from that day will board the night train Continue to shine, like those stars.
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Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 10:32 PM UTC
Starlight
The light of the stars in the sky that I looked up to Old memories and wishes are sent, crossing through time unfading The cries of someone are reflected in your eyes with a sparkle, the feelings in the wind The wishes in the moon, they all live within powerful limitations, today Our feelings too, will one day continue to shine With someone's heart, like those stars One, two bell chimes resound vast and deep, to within the heart Drops of stars like a story; fine tracks are amassed within them The era moves along with time, and the flowing stars quietly move too If you close your eyes, and listen closely, good bye A bunch of black and white photographs of the sky, a blowing muffler, white breath I want to get closer, even if it's just a little; running double time until we're on higher ground If we take out a massive telescope The lens will disturb the star dust Time takes away time, and romance passes through the eras Releasing the light, now we'll firmly pass through time without giving up Until it reaches someone, the light of glory will go on and make a story Beyond all of this, along with us A baby's first cry is raised, a small light, a bit light Crossing through space and time, they meet All of the individual sparklings become one, and a story is created Like the constellations that are connected point to point, if only I could paint a beautiful picture for someone Look up, hey, they're winter's diamonds The creeping milky way, soon I'll be able to take back my courage Releasing the light, now we'll firmly pass through Time without giving up, until it reaches someone The light of glory will go on and make a story Beyond all of this, along with us The sky is infinitely vast, yes Beyond the sea, first breaths are taken, and lives are cut off The stars shine down like goddesses The moments of the four seasons repeat, continuing on for long times That's good, we'll carve in our memories just a little bit Passing through endless time, and starting to shine The story continues on inside of my heart One day, the you from that day will board the night train Continue to shine, like those stars.
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Your deep seated treasure trove of words on love layeth at the throne and is sealed in a crystal case, meant to be broken in case there is an a famish in the kingdoms, an unquenching, an unending, an unfading hunger for love. The haybarn of mild prosperity. It transitions with frequencies ranging from the cosmic dimesions of the galaxies to the unforgiving, mauve depths of the ocean. It resonates with my ambivalent soul, at an existential level as thy velveteen buds are of my photvoltaic stem.
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Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC
A Letter to my Poet//Skipping Stones.
Write my name on the wall dear Desirae See it as you fall asleep Keep me in mind when you leave this world behind Keep me listed in the company you keep Float on the dreams that you chance to bring To my doorstep on late summer moons Sing me to sleep with words that echo In the early ides of June Keep my memory under lock and key And know my love never waivers for you My mind switching to your symphony As my eyes close as if on cue Lovely above all are you, dear Desirae In smile, in tear, and all in all Floating high to uncharted reaches Simply because you don't fear the fall Love me from afar, dear Desirae Know that your beauty is one unfading And that you are a girl within Heaven's hold In both lining and in the shading
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Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 9:41 AM UTC
Desirae