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Loves Faithful Angels

Poetry By: Methelusa

Not reall my thing, romance, but this is for my darling Haylie. I love you.

Submitted:May 11, 2007    Reads: 123    Comments: 5    Likes: 0   

Ours is a love that won't be bound

It rests in the dust and underground

Ours is a truth no truth has spoken

Ours is a bond, neither strong or incomplete

Loves faithful angels

Sing devils to their sleep.

To hold a dignity so solid

Yours is a coat that never turns

You'll be the moonlit Berlin air

The whisper I thought I heard

You're the candle to light the stairs

To be solemnly spoken

Take the splinters from my hand

To be a twilight broken

To the ethers overhead

Ours is the daylight dying, where the dawn completes the dusk

Ours is the sacred and chase,

Chrysthanthemum and musk

Be the garden, shrouded mystery

And ours will be unspoken

Ours will be the promise,

Yet unbroken.


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