Friday, November 30, 2012

Bowled Over.

Bowled Over.

Over head, but under arm,
You came to the places,
Where my soul be found.

I stay open to the light,
Being here with you brings,
And count so many joys.

If I were a lonely skittle,
You have brushed so close,
I fell in the whispers then.

Close to my beating heart,
The way you enter has,
Kept me alive to see.

How I love the passion,
You can share with me,
Being in my world.