Placid eyes in which glittering goodness entreats,
Rapid palpations, my heart seems to sing as it skips a few mere beats;
Feeling it from the roots of my hair, to the very tips of my toes,
Thy has chased away all my woes,
In my soul, your presence shall forever be ringing in echoes.
Time is long
But still thy make my soul sing the most delightful song,
I should have never done thy wrong.
Oh, joyous is life!
No longer do I give myself such strife,
My words no longer separate us like the sharpest knife.
Years have passed,
But still, this admiration, this love, it always stuck- it was always meant to last.
For some time, we were forced to fast,
But now we feast on the succulent fruits of forgiveness and love,
We seem to start over, fresh as a pure white dove.
You've got me wrapped around your finger, snugger than any glove,
My memorandum of admiration has now blossomed to love;
But you mustn't worry,
We won't scurry,
I don't expect us to completely obliterate the past,
But I do believe, that given the proper chance, we could make it- this time, we could make it last.
Friday, March 11, 2011
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