Kevin East

(22 April 1954 / Amersham bucks)

Your Love.


Your love
Will wash me clean.
Light up my sleepy lake.
And a face unseen
In moonlight blue.
That I did save
Until you came into view.
I was tame,
Now I breathe that oxygen
Once more,
And float above
All that's poor
For my soul.
A symphony
Or rock and roll.
I need their lullabye,
Such music makes me sigh
That you impart.
So
Let saints bequeth that fortune
To me.
-A soundtrack from your heart.

Your love
As pure as mountain spring
Cascade on me!
In glittering- abundancy.
And make me whole again.
Always I had that sweet pain,
Buried in love's tomb.
Please hold my heart
So carefully,
As you cross the room.
At last!
Your eyes kiss mine.
Gentle as a dove,
May our lives forever entwine.
In the flower
Of your love.

Submitted: Thursday, March 21, 2013

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