We’ll cry and we dance, and we stumble into love in awkward perfect grace. The moon is gone and the sun has took its place.

Friday, April 16, 2010

Privacy

It is the thought
Of naivety,
And pregnant bliss
That one may
S
T
U
M
B
L
E
Upon such a soul,
That may exist
In the heart of hearts,
And the greatest
of Kingdoms: Love
.
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