holding
love was a deep, warm, drowning of embrace and giving. a matchless soft shroud of worth too great for measure. without guile or expectation we held vision so pure and willing. no expression to configure, all flying on wishes wings.
love was a deep, warm, drowning of embrace and giving. a matchless soft shroud of worth too great for measure. without guile or expectation we held vision so pure and willing. no expression to configure, all flying on wishes wings.
posted by David at 8:44 PM
2 Comments:
Hmm...
How apropos that I come from BHD's blog about letting go to this one about holding.
*sigh*
I hope to feel that some day.
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