Essance of Your Love
Upon the breeze it came
my very own white dove
now I will never be the same
due to the essence of your love
rosey heus and rains clean sent
invading, took away my will
which now to only you is bent
now and evermore still
in forests do I lose myself
never to find find my way
my heart forever on your shelf
though forever lost I'll stay
till you release me from your spell
from the essance of your love
untill you free me from my cell
my very own white dove
Anne hessler
january 20th 2014
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