Not even death will take my life
not til it tramples me to fragments
and even then my spirit will grow wings
and fly into the innermost parts of you.
For in your eyes there is sanctuary
where your bower beckons me to sit with the angels
and so, I shall rest in heavenly places
in this sacred temple, your soul.

04/05/2002

Posted on 04/05/2002
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