TODAY I placed
within my purse
an object of
unequaled value
Tucked away
between the liner
and just below
the case of blush
— lays my hidden trust!
It has no diamonds
yet shines
and of scents
it has none either
And hard to see
impossible to be
unless you’re kind
for such is what it’s for
— lays my hidden trust!
::01/02/2014::
I’M falling into blue-skies
because the world
— is tender-round
Fly my feather-heart
into wind-highs
Because your heart
is blue – it makes me cry
No need for crystal-tears
you can hold my hands
and come fly with me
into love-is skies so blue
:::::
CHERISH
the living
trust
— of those
that touch
the heart
of your soul
and never spoil
— the spirit
but bask
within the lover
who kindles
and ignites
your soul
/–\
YES it is so very tender
fragile to the touch
what a breath could break
but somehow — I do not know —
with you I trust
So tread so softly upon my heart
tip-toe across emotions like a ghost
and always remember this the most —
love is indestructable but not my heart
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