The will to Love.
I rise as in transient dreams which cannot yet contain, describe nor compare to your beauty.
Mind and tongue frozen in awe.
I find no voice to make my admiration of your beauty known.
This adulation causes me much grief.
I fear I shall never have you by my side.
Thou art my angel.
Thou art my sheath.
Thousands of angels in chorus could not compare to the sound of your voice.
I sit in glorious silence awaiting the grandeur of your voice.
For it is the sanctuary of my soul.
In your joy I find my strength.
And in this strength the will to love once more.
To love in its’ greatest power.
With my whole heart and soul.
I rise as in transient dreams which cannot yet contain, describe nor compare to your beauty.
Mind and tongue frozen in awe.
I find no voice to make my admiration of your beauty known.
This adulation causes me much grief.
I fear I shall never have you by my side.
Thou art my angel.
Thou art my sheath.
Thousands of angels in chorus could not compare to the sound of your voice.
I sit in glorious silence awaiting the grandeur of your voice.
For it is the sanctuary of my soul.
In your joy I find my strength.
And in this strength the will to love once more.
To love in its’ greatest power.
With my whole heart and soul.
By Jeron Barclay.
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