The Conception of Love

Posted by Robert Anderson On Monday, December 12, 2011 0 comments

I drown my tendency to die
So intimate tonight
To touch her lips imbued in tears
To gain a brand new sight

The glee aroused within my heart
Has painted all my thoughts
To glow with such vitality
For everything she sought

The stars persuade our destiny
While life embraces through
The fortune of a new era
Igniting what is true

I dote upon her eloquence
Now feeling I belong
No matter what, I love her now
I've loved her all along

Posted by Robert Anderson at Monday, December 12, 2011

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