Sunday, October 25, 2015

Personal Poem

Distant star which sines the brightest.
Flowery scent that grows and never leaves the heart.
Any exchanging of words feel like submissive, joyful moments.
A dove will desirably sit on a hyssop branch for a lifetime.
Even during hourly investments, the heart yearns for you to accept his commitment.
Stirring doubts were portrayed by another blinded soul who would have heralded you if his satisfactions weren't lost.
Your Beauty is like wildfire waiting to be rekindled.
Your Heart's patience, diligence, and innocence fill the atrocious with generosity.