Art <br /> Trust ever - spoken and at the will of a must. <br /> Trusting and treasuring, our grandest sincerity rings the bell <br /> Of our statued toasts; and evoked of the ever - presence of our <br /> Persuasion of Love. <br /> Amongst this, trembled and buried to the frost of eruption - <br /> I seek the softest and simplest of virtues ever to be entwined above <br /> Our holiest beings. <br /> Mounted to this pilgrimage and safest splurges of Faith that <br /> which erected our must selves to sired and spurled solitary; <br /> I perspire to evade and contra-inspire the Granite of rock pursued <br /> To innermost longings. <br /> Love- <br /> Beckoned and surmounted at all costs, leaves me the resurrection of <br /> Believing that I see your Beauty!<br /><br />Jennifer Ann Lee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reflections-50/
