by Kelsey Opel

Created on: July 12, 2008

The chill of winter draws quick into its end,
Spring rolls in soon, blossoming flowers sweet.
Thy loving speech whispers my soul to mend.
Anytime thou talks, my heart hops past a beat.
Forever I aspire thy loving self.
Eyes filled with love to which thee lay thy sight,
And never more shall I conceal myself.
In darkness I once hid; now shown in light.
Now I will confess feelings deep within,
Hoping thy feels the passion strong as I.
As I pour out, my head begins to spin,
For stars glint bright into the fateful sky.
Then, stone conquers my sweet love's wealthy soul.
And death constructs in me a burning hole.

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