for once i will allow your earth to take
my happiness away, to lock it up and throw the keys
to oblivion, for i have come upon the truth
that my delight is in making you feel
needed, wanted, yearned for and dreamed about
in nights that languish with despair
in moments that perish in the remembrance
of your calm, unchanging voice
the ceaseless, unwavering fancy of hopes that
spring from your endlessness, from the endlessness
of what we have and what we still will
have ~ the night wanders with faith
and belief in the promises that last,
in days that evolve into eden.
persephone | sonnet two
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imani
, Tuesday, February 2, 2010 at 9:17 PM, in
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