my obsession

Posted by Robert Anderson On Saturday, August 8, 2009 0 comments

she is my everlasting obsession
i could love her as though
i were existing as her favorite flower

she would never bear to see my soul wither
and beheld by her meticulous eyes
i would be the one
who'd brighten her day

my obsession
whose smile can place the sun's brilliance
into such shame that sweet heaven's angels would weep

her heart is perfectly divine
and when she speaks it dear Euterpe
becomes envious of the music
that echoes

she is my everlasting
obsession...

my obsession

Posted by Robert Anderson at Saturday, August 08, 2009
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