It is a Singular Thought that Turns
In the Tempests of my Musing Mind,
Breaking from the Ruse of Shadows,
Where my doubts May Smile and let it Hide,
This Singular Thought that Sings with Hope
As Bright as any Glimmering Star,
Might Seem dim Faith by Spectators Measure,
For Sometimes Heaven Seems so Far.
Yet when this Hope Breaks Forth from Clouds
And Smiles with the Dawning Sun,
My Love Recalls Your Gentle Touch
From Days when Stars had Just Begun.
Your Love is Catalyst to Me,
Its Tender Promise True and Sweet,
Your Love is Perfect Unity,
Without it I live, Poor and Incomplete.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: dhe-art at deviantart
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Reblogged this on georgeforfun and commented:
Love is the most powerful and least understood emotion, IMHO.
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Thank You , as Ever, George 🙂
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My total pleasure, Morgan, to read and share your talent so others may also be blessed.
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Love, so simple, yet so evasive for some. TY Eloquently expressed.
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🙂 so true! Thanks Ever so 🙂
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a pleasure, always
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Morgan – a synonym for Genius.
All that was asked
all that was needed
all that was pleaded
was love
All that was searched
all that was hunted
all that was demanded
was peace
All that was chased
all that was gazed
all that amazed
was a dream.
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I am humbled and honoured…what an amazing thing to say…and what a gorgeous Poem of your own…I hope you post it 🙂
Thank You Ever So!!
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