Friday, September 20, 2013

Come.


   Come.


There will be,
No-one left to see,
What is held inside of me,
Unless you come and set me free...

Once I went,
To places following scent,
Dreaming of a love this meant.
Searching on, till hell be bent.

Wanting you alone,
Shared where our spirits roam,
Reaping of the seeds I'd sown,
Finding me one I'd call my own.

Everything I thought,
Now more than I sought,
Revealing all life's lessons taught,
When you came, my blessings brought...