As you read you shall know the title

Thou enfold me-

with thy strong -

arms  in the icy-

well of love.

 

Like a heir taken under-

thy wings of mossy love-

I inherit the heart of gold-

in the well of icy-love where-

thou bring me back to the orb

light of tranquility.

 

Craving,craving for bliss no more,

beneath the sphere that sparkles with-

joyance,I'm now standing on the ground with-

a beatific smile of no rue.

Reviews

[Branch Isole]

No title, sets the stage. Not knowing what one might expect, one cannot be disappointed in not knowing where you intended to go with a piece.

[Brandi Nicole]

beautiful. romantic....well written!

[Red Raven]

Lovely! well written Thanks for sharing.

[Thea]

A very deep poem...Nicely penned...