What does love see in me to spurn me in ways golden to oil my thoughts brash to leave all that I am to be ravaged upon rocks as the seas come for me within my dwindling peace
I loved from the beginning to some end just to pronounce the word and begin again
My heart spins deeper with every new revolution
And do I mend a soul too old to remember the hurt of the spoiled and the devastation reeked upon soil beholden to the golden rays of my last blissful days
Love takes hold of me to lead me through distance trees swaying before the last remark and my face just got hot as I moistened the time so it slipped seamlessly into the vine of the divine so that the bloom has room to be true as it takes root to bask within it's own hue
What is due
This time I was wise and the milk of lip stiff never rested upon my willow wisp
Still its mark is there within long silken hairs begging to be curled feeling absurd
As juices flow from trees overloaded
And if my bloom was misconstrued within actions due how did love settle through to become new