Warmth
As I drench myself in love and for love
My scent becomes sweet like honey
Succulent fruit from the forbidden tree
Sweetest of wines, that drips from thy lips
Delicious seeds of light laid upon a web
Eye and heart became crystallized
Wiped clean with wings
Gold laid upon our crowns
Rose thorned bushes around our hearts
And bleed forever for eternity
Our tears are of the mornings dew
From our lips, sing our songs
Voices of a million angels of heaven
Burnt on the alter
In love, for love
Copyright © Janeen Stokes | Year Posted 2017
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