Saturday, March 06, 2010

I will swallow your weakness
like a waterfall stills a beautiful reserve
I will lick away your tears
as a desperate newborn is swabbed
I will eat your anger
and soften it in the swells of my bosom
I will cover your melancholy
as parenthesis in the annuals of time
Your fears I receive in me
as a pebble lost to an endless ocean
Your frustrations are interned
by the bounties of my nourishing arms
Your sadness is but my obeisance
at the gates of happiness
Your burdens are spread out before me
across the hills of our love they can not be recalled

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