Is It So Bad, Seeing Her, Knowing Beauty And Grace In Motion. Hearing Her Voice, And Know The Soft Whisper Of The Wind, The Rush Of The Surf Upon The Sand. To seek her smile, A Soft Light To Any Space. To Look Upon Soft Eyes, Blue Green Seas Hidden In Mist, A Wonderful Mystery Hidden Within. Wishing To Know Her Better, And Know Even The Old Would Be New. Wishing For Calm, Where Nerves Do Fret. To Find My Own Words, And My Tongue Not Desert Me. Recognizing A Gorgeous Woman, And Wishing She Knew, How Special She Is. |
Monday, January 5, 2009
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