.
What beauty
Made
This place.
Lined of rose
Petal softness,
Musk scented
Entrapment.
Glimpsed.
Through guarded
Caramelization
She drowned
Here
In tense passed.
Never allowed
To sink beneath.
She would
Float here for
Eternity.
Waiting
To be called
Below
She hears the
Song
It whispers to her.
Reaching arms
Longing still
To be drawn
Within
She knows
As she knows herself
That here
Tenderness
Would envelope
Forever
Sealing
Promise
No thought to
Abandon
Nor disfigure
She waits
As she always
Has
To be invited
She waits
As she always
Has
To be wanted
She waits
As she always will
To be called
Home
.
Author notes
yeah yeah I know... another one of those I seem to enjoy playing with at the moment... 
Written January 15th, 2006
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Beautiful
Sigh... I think that all any she wants... "To be invited home", what a lovely emotive write Bec. Left me with little tears in my eyes *sniff*
God maybe I need a home too
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