To
you my love, for who I shall taken an account for:-
For I see
beauty in your face which speaks of gentleness
Fairness go with
you and a misty smoke that hides more of you
You step on air, a
cloud of wonder that drives me in compassion
Look! how you move
with grace, mercy and a face that cares
Do you not see how
beautiful you are? Do I not share with adoration!
As is your face
which shows me a blank page with a image of a flower
You perch
yourself on a tree that looks so short and feeble
I wonder if it
can hold your weight, I wonder, will you fall or simply fly away?
Oh
my love that I need to speak but of you I need to learn
How you
see yourself as a person who have nothing
For I look and see
something in you that draws my attention
Therefore shall I write
of you, a beautiful dove in majesty
You shall on a porch for those
to see more of your true beauty
To my love, for the time has
changed once more
you must leave, for the branch which you perch
shall break and fall
Come! Go with haste for the time is near
I
beg of you to leave your place
The time have come to take you from
which you stay
As
you lift your wings above my face
You go higher and higher again
A
dove on a tree who flied from me
I shall soon see your beauty once
more, again
By
Chad Browne
Originally Posted On Site: 2010-01-13 16:38:53
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