belovéd

Posted by Robert Anderson On Sunday, August 21, 2011 0 comments

your aura, blue and baring of enchantment,
had only once baited my very confessions;
shards of lingering thought more consistent
than any one of my dreams.

i found you unbearably gorgeous,
and for every time you hypnotically looked my way
i have always failed to contain my teary breath of life for you;
this, i just may consider love.

my heart may aspire this beauty in my truest words
for how i can never do any less than bleed
its conveyance to influence justice
to your angelic name...

belovéd.

Posted by Robert Anderson at Sunday, August 21, 2011
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