perfect imperfections
i wait anxiously...
like held breath in deep waters,
for you to take off your cool,
so that i can see you.
i chant your name in prayers for praises,
so that i can help protect you...
while...
singing songs of your perfect imperfections,
i daydream of loving you.
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Thoughts Of You | 0 | 08/25/2009 |
| perfect imperfections | 0 | 08/21/2009 |
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