Gardens Of Splendor
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Winter's edge and crispness is upon us and
lust for life rides on wings of wisdom,
For us to forsake passion would chill our
souls in the ice of ages and we would be
barren of feelings, which stoke the flames
of desire into an inferno everlasting,
Angels wait for us in hopes that by Winter's
end, we are fulfilled in Love for another;
tenderness in passion weeps tears of joy and
we are void of fear of loneliness,
If we commit in truth and love blossoms in
passion; we are promised to each other with
God's grace,
And in Gardens Of Splendor we inherit
His Kingdom together, Forevermore!
Written for the passion of my life,
My Lovely Wife!
lust for life rides on wings of wisdom,
For us to forsake passion would chill our
souls in the ice of ages and we would be
barren of feelings, which stoke the flames
of desire into an inferno everlasting,
Angels wait for us in hopes that by Winter's
end, we are fulfilled in Love for another;
tenderness in passion weeps tears of joy and
we are void of fear of loneliness,
If we commit in truth and love blossoms in
passion; we are promised to each other with
God's grace,
And in Gardens Of Splendor we inherit
His Kingdom together, Forevermore!
Written for the passion of my life,
My Lovely Wife!
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This is fine work! If it were mine I would do some editing to the last few lines. You would have a stronger poem, IMHO. :)
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