Oh sweetest virtues-
sensational gifts we choose
to delicately seek and find
undenied by fountains in time
the moments evermore are spilling
inside nacreous songs of surrender
where the silent lark whispers and whispers:
bending and defending her muse:
“Come away with me Etheria!!! My heart belongs to you...
We shall seek across these glorious horizons
beatitudes castles, which are porn from Egyptian sand:
…you will see the reflective visions
…oh sweetest destiny evermore with thee
I dance with your beautiful carnations
and the rose petals from garden’s tree….”
Oh sweetest grace of virtue’s flame
My heart belongs to the contriving rue
Sloping across the valley no longer hidden
…falling deeper and deeper
In love with you…
© 2012 Poetry Authoress Victoria L. McColley
(written: March 23rd, 2012 1:51 p/m)
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