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Saturday, May 31, 2014

::Parisian Dream (Scripture)::



Your love is my scripture
I seek you as the wonderment set in picture
Found in a Parisian dream, an illuminated fixture
I know my words may seem broken
But to love you is my undivided token
Louder, my heart is longing, ear blooms for endearing words to be spoken
I could stay here forever and hold you this way
Make you my home without delay
Write a song to drift off the beak of a blue jay
Chimed strings sing in the wind to carry you on my lips
Your scent remains on the flesh of my finger tips
Your eyes crash into mine and sends my body into flamed flips




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