Resplendent, Repeat
Do you hear it still?
The windowsill, the rush, the flame, The fallen hearts and mended loves, The aftermath, the guilt, the shame, The deep refresh to save this life again.
Years pass in delicate hurricanes That weathered storm could sweep aside Our joy and break, a gilded rose, Forever pushing us inseparable to close.
To find a watch where ever safe I feel enwrapped in warm arms, Burning lips, soft eyes The rest and heat away from darkened skies.
A life was saved in both our points And each is owed the other but in kind, Sweet melodies. The darkness drawn away Anew, again, no better way to stay
In love? Unquestionably so. I fear not when in you I find my place. Alive? I swear to never feel A comfort better blessed than by your grace.
I am yours and we are us And we have hope and we have trust And it is sin to call a plan In which your arms were never mine to touch.
I love you. Then what more should I say sweet? So then, as truly yours, I savour for the next time You I meet.
14/02/2014