Treasure Island

Leonid Gonzalez

(05/06/1977 / Laredo, Tx)

Love Consuming


Thoughts of you consume me
Hold power over me every
Second of the day

I wonder at His glory that is
a woman and ask who is
She that walks so proudly?

Thoughts of you consume me
Hold power over me every
Dream I dream

You walk through me like
A chill on winters eve. I see
You but I am but a shade
Unto you

Thoughts of you consume me
Hold power over me every
Breathe I take

You are the forest to my trees
That hide me from your sight.
We dance the dance of the
Stars and thoughts of you
Consume me

Thoughts of you consume me
Hold power over me every
Death I die

Her being, her beauty burns
Through me. I died in her
Passing when she smiled unto
Me

Thoughts of you consume me
Hold power over me every
Kiss you kiss me...

Submitted: Wednesday, January 20, 2010

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