Love And Sweet Surrender
Within the purple hues at twilight time,
you are wrapped within these arms of mine
as love’s sweet surrender calls
while the sun sets and evening falls.
Here we stand as time is stilled
by our warm embrace;
the world we knew is gone
left without a trace.
We are left to be swallowed
by shadows when they call,
left alone in our dreams
of love and sweet surrender.
3 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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