Saturday, September 24, 2011



touched by the sentiment of love

how i want to keep it

smother it all over my face

always seeping essence dear and sweet

what warning signs tell of its loss

and delicate sway our longings bare

oh plight of will be gone

fair tidings drilled with angst

never to be sour or dull

what image holds my knowing

a selfless lodging in my throat

as mighty words indeed caress

oh savior’s blood my tears

each day the forward fight

and onward still my love