As a rose lay upon a grave…
So is the beauty in death.
How do I pull my enchanted thoughts from such pleasure?
As the aroma of an eternal bliss sweeten’s with every step…
The struggle
That of a thousand battles I daily live for.
Saved again…
Her kiss breathes new life into my empty existence.
Like the first breath of a new born child,
Bringing with it the hope of a new future….
The oxygen of my being…
Together living for the hope of a new tomorrow.
Beautiful with a touch of smile.
I love the play on words and how you bring a lighter sence to the darker truth.