A Beloved Gift
An embodiment of passion, the warmth-the touch.
The blood of the heart, the silence-the hush.
Dripping in a canal of blossoming existance, the exitement-the rush.
It need not be pushed upon another but shared between a two.
A gift of trust, and benevolent emotion, a divination if true.
Two halves become a whole, manefistation of love as a brew.
Cast away the truth by the modern time.
Twisted and deformed by contemporary rhyme.
It is not yet gone, but fluttering away by the ones we trust,
Do it for love, not lust.
Copyright © Harrison Packer | Year Posted 2011
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