The Pensive Lines Vii Poem by Nyx C Styx

The Pensive Lines Vii



You are all that my heart my desire
rather than blood, runs through it fire
if you could this love return
and put out this forever burn

to see once, the smile of your lips
count the times my heart beat skips
to be once near the air you breathe
and let loose the passion I sheathe

Monday, November 14, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Nyx C Styx

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