THE LOVE LETTER COLLECTION
 
LOVE RESTS


None has the song to my heart.

None has touched my soul.

I'm wading in the shallows

searching for depth,

a depth to match my own.

 

Love rests

on the edge of a knife

and only

a love in balance

fears not to be cut.

 

It's a love that dances

it's a love in time

it's a love born from rhythm

souls singing in rhyme.

 

Passion's flames becoming

the kiln for our souls,

first melting then forging

to make us whole.



the love letter collection
submitted 1:47 PM EST
Wednesday, December 14, 2011