Poetry

Cinderella

April 29, 2009

We hold love softly
lest it fall and break
much sought after in dreamings
and nights spent awake

As glass fits only for whom it was made
so one love for each God doth create
one, and no more, lest we learn of greed
as silence is enough when you’re nearer to me

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