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your cheeks blush
like the soft sunset,
parting muted, pink lips
anticipating the kiss,
waiting on your love
to bear his soul,
to give you himself,
which is the only
true thing he can give.
and so you sit
on a green hill
high above the worries
that swarm below,
you sit and you wait
for you love to be
everything you’ve wished for.


Written by burrben

June 1, 2011 at 11:53 am

Posted in poetry

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