DESIRE
A flower
perhaps
a springtime shower
to cleanse my weary soul
to lift
to rise high above
a fire
burning of love
I can only but
Live
Survive again
Of depths
Of how I feel
Waiting a moment
A grand debut
To tell her
How I feel
Pacing
Retracing
A velvet rose
Lying
On the floor
With
Desire
I wait
To Rise to my feet
With a white rose
Of love
So pure
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