never forget

Posted by Robert Anderson On Sunday, February 12, 2012 1 comments

for the way you can sense your soul 
as often melted as a bloodless whisper
on my depleted lips:
i love you because you are the dream i cannot reach;
because you're my weakness and it's impossible for me
not to. 

see, i hold you in constant adoration,
never to let go while cradling your heart,
and would die to keep you
as always mine... always mine.

i've all too often wished to be with you
in each undying moment
that i could not be comforted
in your wingéd  embrace.
to be completely honest
the only thing i can claim is
i love you for these mere reasons alone;
[yet secretly for far,
far more.]


i love you...
and oh, i know
that i will love you immortally
to be yours.

never forget.

Posted by Robert Anderson at Sunday, February 12, 2012

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

This is so intense.... totally amazing.

February 13, 2012 at 10:57 AM

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