THE UTTERLY PROFANE

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JOURNAL # 41

E.E. Cummings said it best
I carry your heart in my heart
but here is where I must elaborate
entirely a fresh
you are the air and gravity
that feathers my world
the very canyons in my soul
that refuse to further form
not without the flow
of your love
to roll through them
so happily unfurled
you are benevolence
undisturbed
mesmerizing moments
unplanned
the generosity of thoughts
themselves unheard
a sparkle that enters the eyes
upon command
by no finer clock
will my time ever be claimed
synonymous as it were of love
my babbling soul ever speaks
your unforgettable name
you have bestowed upon my life
a greater worth
than even age old lovers could
unburden themselves to
further proclaim
you are mine via words of
'The Utterly Profane'
(Jan. 3, 2012 317am)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Was feeling unabashedly romantic and this poem all too easily came.

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