Standing, At Love's Door
Precious is the heart
Whom sheds a tear
To catch its light
Upon bended knee
Gently in these
Their tender hands
Priceless jewels
Sparkling diamonds
They shall behold
Rejoicing anew
As pirouetting about
Tomorrows stage
Aneath a fingertips
Majestic, loving touch..
Warmth this breath
With dreamful wings
And she shall soar
Amid vibrant colours
A promise beyound
....Eternals, forevermore.
Copyright © Rachel St.Cross | Year Posted 2012
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