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You Are A Flower In Full Bloom,
As If, Through A Mist, A First Loom;
You Are A Fine Line That Holds Beauty
So Fragile It Seems, Yet So Pretty.
You Are The Winds That Grace My Meadows Of Thoughts
And Lights Up My Weary Shadows;
You Are The Sun After My Night
That Lights Up Everything In Sight.
Of Life You Are Much Of A Mirth
As If The Joy That Welcomes Birth,
A Beauty Personified In Earth
A Locke Of Immeasurable Worth.
You Are The Viand For The Men's Eyes
Bread For Their Souls, Subject To Their Lies
You Should Be The Envy Of All Women
With Skin So Delicate As Linen.
You Are The Life That Sprouts In Spring
And All The Joys That Life Brings
You Are The Song The Nightingales Sing;
The Melody Of A Lyre's String.
You Can Make A Goddess Jealous
And Make A Mortal Over-Zealous,
Your the Ditties Of A Million Ink;
You Soften Warriors With Just A Wink.
You Are The Reason Why Now I Write
These Simple Lines So Soft And Lite
Yet, No Amount Of Art Can, Even For A While,
Describe The True Beauty Bestowed On Your Smile.
 Xx_Hitori-San_xX · Tue Dec 29, 2009 @ 09:50pm · 0 Comments |
