Your skin glows like the stars in sky.
Blossoms pretty as the daisy in spring.
My heart follows your violin and leaps
Like a dog at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats on a great pigeon’s wing.
I carry into the twilight of thee
And hold next to my pink pale colored-lips.
I’m filled with hope that I may dry your tears.
As my dainty hands fall from my vast chair,
It reminds me of your poem masterpiece.
In the quiet, I listen for the bus.
My heated ears leap to my evening dress.
I wait in the moonlight for your vast eyes
So that we may blink as one, eye to eye.
2006-08-14
01:47:00
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