A poem of expression.

Like gold, He will not be melted away,

from the one he chooses,

but refined and treasured as fancy aged wine.

So wonderfully sewn,

as a bridal gown,

is the words that he forms from his oversoul,

and each felt writing, like every bead;

sequin, and expensive thread that adorns the bride.

He is shining, radiating, appreciated…and not of this world!!!

 

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  • ceegirl on May 24, 2010

    nice poem

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