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I Will Stay Here Forever



“Keep Love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead. The consciousness of loving and being loved brings a warmth and richness to life that nothing else can bring.” _Oscar Wilde

I will stay here forever, without the constraints of humankind’s thinking. I will stay here forever, with the beams of dawn to light my way.

My shadows skulk across her lap- she is most beautiful. I will stay here forever. I will love. I will laugh. I will walk in goodness. Permit my song be filled with forgiveness for I’m not worthy of her affections or her reward.

With every breath set to pass, each fondness ready to occupy my veins, every skyline and bridge, all crimson affection, every fiddle, every guitar, every drum, every instrument and rhythm maker that’s set to come laughing, I will remember.


© 2011 by mark prime
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