August 4, 2011
Love as the modern term for
Perpetual contemplation of your sight.
The memories kept and swept
Are the sounds and sirens of sighs.
Well kept, well hidden.
Like a shadow at night fall,
I am the wind that gailed through a breeze.
I am the smile that smirked at your grin.
Breathe in me your sole purpose
And forever I shall keep it.

Love as the modern term for
Eternal contemplation of your voice.
For which the forms keep me still.
The phonics won't let my feet budge.
I am held by your sounds and whispers,
To keep your words as instructions for my life.
Leave me the touch of your eyes.
The sound of your scent.
The smell of your look.
For I am the ever falling romantic,
Who has found balance in your name.

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