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I am Yours, You are Thine

Through torrents of blizzard's crystal blooms
And blazing rays of sunny fumes
Past all murky misty fogginess
I clutch close your heart to my breast

No need for fancy gleams that glisten sweet
Or craving desire for those delicate babes
Who tear your gaze to thine
and for the rest of our days
I shall be yours,
you shall me mine.

Through water chilled to the bone
Past baking sands and heated stone
I clutch thee to my breast
And kiss thy lips in attentivness

No need for fancy gleams that glisten sweet
Or craving desire for those delicate babes
Who tear your gaze to thine
and for the rest of our days
I shall be yours,
you shall me mine.

As we lay in clover blooms
Deaf by our humming of old tunes
I hold your face so sweetly close
You caress mine cheek and then you spoke,
"My turtledove, my heaven-sent
This time we have is gone and spent
But my babe, I say to you now
Here I pledge and hold my vow
To protect you, sheild you and warm you
Forever till the stars rain from the sky
You are my life,
Without you I will die..."

No need for fancy gleams that glisten sweet
Or craving desire for those delicate babes
Who tear your gaze to thine
and for the rest of our days
I shall be yours,
you shall me mine.

~

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I misses my Steven =/

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  • Xxnightmare21xx
    February 21, 2009

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    Im sad that you miss Steven. But it will get better eventually. But on to the poem, it was such a good write. Thank you for entering. You had me till the end of the poem, i was reading like the wind. lol great write

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    kaycee


  • Plastic Dreams
    December 10, 2008

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    Through water chilled to the bone
    Past baking sands and heated stone
    I clutch thee to my breast
    And kiss thy lips in attentivness

    this is amazing. it keeps me alive to read through the piece without a hesitated movement of second guessing.


    I really really really enjoy this write. although it does speak of longing for another, it is written with utmost beauty. amazing.