Unsung.

by brin macnamara   Mar 12, 2005


She is the setting of the sun, the rising of the moon;
The appointed keeper in the secret precincts of love.
She has set her icon upon my heart,
Life in abundance, yet able to sow death with a scowl.
Knowing nothing of the unsung love that my heart sings for her.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Amit

    ~ very beautiful lines, nice write
    ~ take care, 5! always believe in love ~amit

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