Pieces

by on September 18, 2012 :: 0 comments

Intenseness of overwhelming desire
Runs through my veins;
The bright spark that starts a fire,
Just before it rains…

Your Love guarded within my heart,
As we wallow in imperfection.
Previously torn apart;
Having made one wrong selection…

These times are tough, we must be strong
I make your beautiful body shake;
You make me belong.
So much is at stake…

Our Passion is invincible.
The Quest is True.
We will pick up the Pieces,
Just Me & You.

editors note:

When your most precious possession lies in pieces on the floor, get the glue and the band-aids; there’s work to do. – mh

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