mrhaney

Love's sweet richness So long remains, In a heart where Whispers the name, Of another Whose own retains, One in kind who Gestures no game. Our hearts like these Deep standing pools, Reflecting skies As earnest eyes, Shining softly Like purest jewels, Still unearthed Know their worth. Love like these deep Burning embers, In a heart where Whispers the name, Forever now will She remember, One in kind who Gestures no fame....

The scent of longing, sharp and sour To long for the scent of a flower. To nose right in and to begin Within that darkened bower, Dispel the wraith and find the faith To move with grace and power.