IN YOUR HOLD
ETERNAL
This my love is eternity,
To glide and ride images in the clouds sleep fantasies from my pores seep.
Look, your, eyes, a, temple,
Worship, the, sense, of, you,
Hold, as, our,
hides mingle hands tingle to the tip of my fingers this slice of we lingers.
A peek, mountains, A creak, fountains, evergreens the Queens a height beyond a star entrance to your boudoir.
You cradle my love. and able my dove,
And I? Yes, cry.
The end lantern with its wick though cosmic has no burn. Not prayers, But layers,
Our memories, thankful for all the journeys, I adore
Still an honest broker Still without a flicker yes you will, even then be an eternal part of me.
This my love is eternity,
Armand Hamouth
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