Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Purity in Poetry

Wings of Doves
Innocent dream of spending forever together.
Purity of one mind, one body, one spirit.
Remembrance of a picture-perfect summer wedding day.
A child’s first breath of life.
Tastes like butter-cream coated cake tiers, encircled by roses, embraced in passion.
Smells like something new, something borrowed.
Sounds like bleating wings of doves.
Feels like together forever and ever, Amen.  
Like shining glory, Angels’ shielded eyes, blinded by its brightness.
Makes me love until there is no more love to give, stand true and fall to my knees.
Eternal peace.

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