My faith blindfolded,
Credence camouflaged,
From this ardent love,
And fiery passion,
I have deep down for you.
Walking the tightrope,
To a blissful Utopia,
I leave dubious speculation,
Behind my shoulders.
Like a withered flower,
On a porous rock.
Spirited procreation awaits,
Spawn of a fervid twin flame.
Underneath satin clouds,
Among resplendent trees,
Where sunsets are a myth.
Love will flourish,
As the eternal blaze,
Continuously burns.
The tightrope I shall walk,
In my ebony aura,
Guided by this,
Immovable seedling,
Fixated inside of me.
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.
That’s powerful stuff. Wow!
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Thank you kindly Arron.
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Amazing lines !!
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Thank so very much.
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The blind faith of love, perfectly presented!
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Thank you Peter.
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Wonderful words!
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So happy you enjoyed… Thank you.
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I certainly did!
You’re welcome
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So happy you enjoyed… Thank you.
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“Like a withered flower,
On a porous rock.” ❤️❤️❤️
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Breathtaking!
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Thank you kindly Tamara.
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♥️
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