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Till Your Love Surrenders

like the red robin wakes me up inside
to the coming of spring.
like the blooming flowers
awaken in me the desire for new love.
and i realize that its your love i dream of.
the strength you have to be yourself
to see yourself
focuses my mind and heart on you.
would you dance with me
through at least one lifetime?
i am that common bird
with the soul of a poet.
i see clearly that your feathers
are brighter and more rare than mine.
still i hope that you can hear
the beauty in my song.
the song that i sing is to you.
even if you are only my muse.
you make me smile inside.
i will sing loudly
so i get your attention.
i will sing until you love me to.

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  1. william mansonSeptember 30, 2010 at 4:49 PM

    loved this mate, enjoyed the imagery :)

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  2. ClaudiaOctober 1, 2010 at 1:45 PM

    i am that common bird
    with the soul of a poet..i will sing until you love me to - wow - love it
    have read a few of your poems now and enjoy my time here - thanks!

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