Release This

Should passion unspent never see the day burn madly scorching yet not feel the sun desires yearn within cold heart there stay hence die a slow death as they have begun. Would such need keep silent and so fade long languish and drift slow as a cloud this fervor untamed in loves bed unmade burn hot and long thus cower never proud. Deep love unseen not given never known veiled so shrouded bereft eternal to die give not your soul and so change to stone grand beauty then to Heaven I would cry Dear angels make haste to her curse fly thee Remove this blight and send my love to me. (click the pic for a preview of my upcoming book!)