A Pure True Love, My Love - Poem by Steffi Webster
A love so pure, two soul-filled hearts
Quench with tears a desert so vast,
With a look or a glance that destiny starts
A joy, a pain, a love to last.
With eyes like sparkling marble pools
That rest on fields of gazes.
Sorrow fed with sighs of fools,
Spelled with masters of heart felt phrases.
Souls bound with fire of passion tears
And whispers that ride with a snow kissed dove,
These are the tools that reveal our fears
But dream shall I and speak of love
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