Explore*** Trois Par Huit***
Trois Par Huit
AAB BB CCC
3,6,9,12,12,9,6,3
Prince of bliss
has risen with the kiss,
you have planted on my collarbone.
Thoughts of things to come whip around like a cyclone
in my mind. No longer alone, our love has grown..
Lets not postpone, I yearn to be yours,
yearn to bathe on your shores,
to explore!!!
Jared Pickett
5/21/2010
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Copyright © Jared Pickett | Year Posted 2010
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