she whispers...
Tis I,
who
at your side
would lay
to gently
caress away
all of that
which ails
your troubled mind,
My love,
do not dismiss
the taste
of my kiss
that upon you
I bestow
as the setting sun
is low
and the moon
creeps silently
across the skies.
Look now
in to,
my eyes
of blue.
Transparent or true?
As you see
only
the reflections
of
You...





















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