fragility

Posted by Robert Anderson On Wednesday, August 10, 2011 1 comments

my heart dances
ever meekly
amidst
the rhythmic winds
that whisper
your beautiful name

searching, searching
to penetrate
the beau ideal of
your essence
which to me
seems to have been
born of an angel's dream

oh, hear me,
hear me, my love

my fragility
undyingly
beckons

Posted by Robert Anderson at Wednesday, August 10, 2011
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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

my fragility
undyingly
beckons

just beautiful Robert... love is such a fragile emotion. You capture it well.

August 10, 2011 at 8:38 AM

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