FORWARD EVER

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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.

LEAP OF FAITH…

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Sometimes the saddest moments,
Brings forth the greatest love story.
Precise minute of giving up,
Draws you to your destiny.
That brisk glance, warm smile,
Sometimes...
A chance at forgiveness; 
Third time's a charm.
Perhaps gentle voices free of judgement,
To save our drowning hearts.
Bouquet of roses, shoulder to cry on,
Sometimes...
It is always worth a try,
That risk you must take.
Eradicate all doubt,
For your greatest love story,
Can be deeply embedded in your...
Sometimes...


(c) Monica St Hillaire.

AS FREE AS A BIRD…

Upon this river bank,
I'll leave my troubles here.
The journey is anew,
It weighs too much to bear.
Middle of the ocean,
Is where I'd follow you.
No fright consumes my mind,
My faith equipped for two.
These stars aligned for us,
Please take me there with you.
Hope surrounds my aura,
My peace is tried and true.
Keep this here, river bank,
The weight too much to bear.
True love will now suffice,
There is no room for fear.

(c) Monica St Hillaire.

THE WHOLE SOUL

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We'll never grow old;
The soul inside us both.
Forever and a day,
Come what may.
Our love will not efface,
Infinite surrounds our beauty.
We'll soar to parts unknown,
Intertwined to become one.
Fallen with the sun,
Our journey, just begun.
You were destined for me,
As I was destined for you.
We'll never grow old,
Oh, my serene soul.
Don't you see?
Have faith in me.
Intertwined are we,
And infinite surrounds our beauty...


(c) Monica St Hillaire , 2019