November 6, 2008

  • My Love Cannot Be Conquered

    My love cannot be conquered,
    It is a gently - whispered - hymn...
    Touched by the ripples of your existence.
    And solemnly placed, in your open palm.
    My love, can be stronger than the plight
    Of diamonds - fallen to you in a gentle mist.
    Consoling every breath only,
    At the depths of your permission
    I can be as soft as a white roses' kiss.
    But please, be benignant
    For the promises of falling petals,
    Will flee to boundless reaches
    From clenched fists.

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