Words of mine words
Ink of mine pen
Passions of mine heart
Expose to view mine soul
So that the rose of mine garden may grow, after the long winters rest
Let the red flourish with the pure white cultivation
Let the blue caress the blank stripped white inscription
And reveal what was veiled in the snow and flesh
Hidden in bound fetters, The desire to be with the one
I adore
And love more then
The words of mine words
The one I love more then
The ink of mine pen
The one who is the pilot of my passions, of mine heart
The one that bears my soul in the warmth, of her smile
The kiss of her lips
In, from, where the rose gathered all that red, the flourished throughout mine gardens
The one I love, who folds to my heart, my left hand and gentle guides the words of mine words to write of such profound, possessing articles of honeyed words
To the one, I love
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memoirs of A moustache
Beatnik, A lover of words that move in and around our daily lives. Creating profound meaning and captivating poetry
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