And for you, a small token of my love.
you are the shape of the hole in my soul
you are the shape of the hole in my soul.
born to me, worn in me, past my control
to fill by my will, for it is your place
to stop with sweet solace the tears on my face.
for you are the light and the heat and the sky;
in your arms I find love and never will die.
for you are sustainment of all that I need,
you're the gentle rich earth in which I take seed.
I can imagine no other can touch me this way
in the warmth of the night, the light of the day
and all I can dream is made magic by you,
to love you forever is all I can do.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved,
Sunday, April 13, 2008
you are the shape of the hole in my soul
Labels: 2008, candy 2 observations
2 observations:
Love the title! The poem is a song. A stunning one.
Funny you should say that. I am working on the music and the song will premiere along with a massive thunderclap of other media files, on the peacat.com website in the next week.
All for you, my lady, all for you and you alone.
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