Sunday, July 11, 2010

A Love Letter to Stewart 44

The familiar scent
I inhale everytime
the gentle lines of gold
peeps through my window
to great me a pleasant morn
is as sweet as the scent of Dendrobiums,
then comes the melodious voice
that lingers in my heart,
soothes my very soul,
twist and forge all the wrongs
that dwell in my system
to become a glowing lines of white,
bewitching the dawn.

My delightful days
starts and ends with you my love.
And from the black limbo where I used to live,
You lead me the way to Eden.

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