The Highest Elevation of Love
The highest elevation of love,
I the soil ever nurturing,
You the stem ever sapping,
And sprouting our love into the sweet rose it is.
Never is it to wither under the bright sun,
Or drown from the rain of these jealous angels above.
Copyright © Guy-Adler Dorelien | Year Posted 2010
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