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