The Cliff Of Passion Poem by Benjamin David

The Cliff Of Passion



Pervade the uneased, cliff's befallen
standing in wait of her psalm carollan
A European reine, a becoming, demure
Delicate strides, an oar for loving spoor

A breeze passes through, feeling clasps
A soothing caress, her loving rasps
She skips the shore and ascends my tears
I take her hand, united love, soaring spheres

Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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