• alisdaire_ocaoimph 5w


    Words are born
    Not said
    They are gathered
    Deep in the keep
    Of the eternal soul
    Where they grow
    Like flowers they bloom
    Till found,I pluck tender
    The words addressed to you
    Where fragrant as the soul
    They gather around
    To dress you upon
    The beauty I see, feel.
    Where in the silence
    They say
    I love you

    Alisdaire O'Caoimph