Sunday, November 28, 2010

The Warmth Of Autumn Candlelight

The candle burns a soft glow on the room, as I revel in the warmth of my life. Basking in the radiance of future possibilities and hopes.

Passion is a passion.
You are my sweetest love,
So I cry with a stutter,
I hold back my flight,
For you are the last of the love songs,
You are the rose without a thorn,
You are my warm embrace,



I thank you for your Autumn warmth,
Your gentle glow,
Words don''t come easily,
But for you I murmur intelligibly onwards.

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