I come to you unshaven
Swimming through the labyrinth Of my thoughts, I gather leaves In search for love’s answers As to where is my Never wilting flower; Does she not hear my cry Or see not the statues of amour With each thought of my inadequacy Lightning strikes glass you see Deconstructing sand Into puddles of land Where I work the soil. Planting pink fruits of truth; Listing every reason why You make me smile Creating untainted rivers of care For when I see her face For when I hold her grace #NewAuthor#HerScent#HidesintheBreeze#odestoMadamDiva
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