Get Your Premium Membership

NATION

The earth, some surface its explore like peeling, I am falling forward unto your love, I fall like gravel to the ocean floor. Your love is all I'm aiming for so cleave me with your love, a store as God would fit forever in our moor that promise that creation had no score ~ Before our bonding's grace from God's implore, your Nation in your arms is to reform that rising tempests settle at my door and peace returns to estimate no poor ~ recycling of last fate . . . forever forward!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.