My heart bursts its banks, spilling beauty and goodness. I pour it out in a poem to the king, shaping the river into words.. (Ps 45:1)
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Love is
Is
Everything in it made special between,
Don't know,
But willing to explore and find out.
Love
You and I both lived and breathed,
And or couldn't tell,
Be straight-laced hearts lean,
Shooting stars fell.
Just
Who knows when this moment,
You blurted it and that silly grin,
Blew away my wall of post-its and sweet nothings,
Hug in flying umbrellas over rain.
A
Blue moon sudden too sweet,
Dulls my soul to thrive only,
World of black white him and colour.
Whisper
From Creator whisk and flower,
"By and by", you said,
Gives heart but left it on its corner.
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