Monday, April 23, 2012

prose





Guard the heart with inevitable caution
Stopping the urge of unique love brings tears
The search for the equal in me cries out
Joy surrounds my core when my smile can't fade
Things lost are like a revolving facade
Only to power a soul for mature growth
Caution drives out the chance of letdown
Grace, Communication and Honesty are my answer to
Weed out any fear of the thought of inevitable caution.



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