Like the fragrance of dawn wrapped tight within nights fleeting embrace, the shadows of time converge to one single point...love
It is the catalyst of wars born from its tempestuous desires and the creator of sonnets derived from a languishing romanticism coated with age and simplistic ideals...love
Decadent in its alluring nature it seeks to consume the very essence of humanity and yet, like a never-ending fire, it burns through the heart to the very soul...love
Passion leaps at its touch. Anger rages at its denial. Hope flares from its promise. Beauty emerges from its embrace...love
An intoxicating aroma overwhelming the senses creating near perfection of taste...touch...smell..an obsession of the mind enveloped in tranquil acceptance of its inevitability...love
A kinder death has never been found. A more profound birth never recorded...
Love. Near-perfection in constant motion
By:
Tarin Glenn-Brown
September 2010 (c)
It is the catalyst of wars born from its tempestuous desires and the creator of sonnets derived from a languishing romanticism coated with age and simplistic ideals...love
Decadent in its alluring nature it seeks to consume the very essence of humanity and yet, like a never-ending fire, it burns through the heart to the very soul...love
Passion leaps at its touch. Anger rages at its denial. Hope flares from its promise. Beauty emerges from its embrace...love
An intoxicating aroma overwhelming the senses creating near perfection of taste...touch...smell..an obsession of the mind enveloped in tranquil acceptance of its inevitability...love
A kinder death has never been found. A more profound birth never recorded...
Love. Near-perfection in constant motion
By:
Tarin Glenn-Brown
September 2010 (c)
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