Fragile...
So fragile this love of mine...
Consumed by tender visions of you
Desiring not the needs and wants of mankind...
Dangerously close to the precipice of abandonment
I only find hope in the glorious morning dew...
Which momentarily cools my raging enraptured heart
As it settles on the fragrant glistening petals of you...
Washing away the sins of my past
And as I close my eyes every night...
I deeply draw in the painful sorrowful breath of an awakened life...
And slowly exhale all that is left of my soul...
I pause and quietly listen to the pattered rhythmic beckoning...
Of my cleansed heart...
Hopelessly calling out in the dark
And then I breathe in you...
To sustain the sacred promise of my life...
I simply breathe in you...
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