Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Where your sweet smile is adorned


You call me to prayer
With a voice
The holiest of men bow down toward

You leave me trembled
Grasping for air
Willpower shaken
Like the grounds have torn

I escape to the lord
Who promises
Safety and grace
As long as I commit
And my life's' alms are sworn

And still I am haunted
In that place
Where your eyes and sweet smile adorn.

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