Can I have a kiss
Hazel eyes of crystal glare, stare blankly at thy night,
unaware of envious stares, or those of jealous plight,
eyes of illumination, light up the night's sky,
value worth more than diamonds, shine brighter than Orion, and Andromeda theigh.
Her touch is softer than a rose, petals red and white,
or that of angels hair, or sheep's of Hera's delight,
Her voice... as gentle as pure light, but stronger than a demon's stare,
brings hope to those who wish to see, those who wish to hear.
A flute of Gabreiel, or drum of Dav, An instrument of true delight,
It guides and binds us near, and keeps from things unliked.
Lips are made from phestus, a creater of many and more,
placed perfect and proportinate, and sweet as an apple's core,
a breath of heavens wind, eleogently floats through those tips,
stay still beside me, I just want a breath or two, between our lips
2007-12-07
17:32:13
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BloodyRose
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