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Post by dragonyear on Mar 27, 2011 22:06:15 GMT -8
On the surface she glistens brightly sweetest lined prism Impossibly soft Impossibly lost She always appeared to me as a pure sprite of nature Imagining her to bend the redwood trees to the whim of her sculpting Loving her very deeply I thought the trouble free appearance to be her way My senses misconceived seeing this dark angel only in fairest sun light She moves as a ghost, blue orchid eyes weeping every night Having only seen the veil, the book's miss-leading cover Her apparent innocence only a sliver of her being with a dark side powerfully lurking behind the facade As black as the night is long expanding out into a starless universe How could the one who so redefined the definition of the finest aspects of existence for me be insecure? Her beauty My god.... Her beauty It is the answer to the question asked by my eyes To me she is the most exceptional dove that has ever spread her wings in these heavens How in all my incarnations could i be so fortunate as to meet her Her kiss, so divine it can stifle a poet's prose leaving me incapable to convey the pleasure of her lips She had told me another girl had taught her the patient lingering of it's indulgence The last few drops of water in my canister used trying to wash my eyes of her allure As I face the boundless desert that is the rest of my life without her
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