2am coffee & nerves on a wedding day. 7/8/2006, by Stilltraveler Subscribe to rss feed for Stilltraveler

To a new love, who will legalize its value in the latter of
this day.

To an ol scene of a cornfield that was my beauty and daily
view.

To shot nerves offering nothing more than pure love and a
good heart.

To a wayward man who sees himself drown in doubt, yet
fathoming faith.

To dried eyes not having shed a tear and opened hands
releasing his inner fears.

To my skycreature swoop within me grant me peace in one day
upon an open shore.

To avoid the Helter Skelter of inhospitable schemes, nasty
dreams and disturbing scenes.

To linger away from all loves and be lost without love is my
new love.

To fly with the ocean and ride her crest. To be held with
her love has still been the best.

To know shell never remember yet treat me the same, never to
waver never to blame.

To todays new love may they never feel this seas love to
this man.

To todays new love may they find the skycreatures love for
it is peace eternal.
Posted: 2010-03-07 16:39:12 UTC

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