Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Beloved’s Surprise

Gently a kiss upon the lips of my heart,
A scented dawn breeze rising to dry the tears
From my broken heart;

Nay, not broken, only melted  
as wax caught in the heat of separation.

Softly I whisper: Beloved are you there?
And find the answer in my tears.


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