Sunday | October 21, 2007

Morning Sun

I watched the morning sun,

I watched the evening star,

So far up in the sky,

Their beauty,

Compared to you is none.

 

I saw ice melt,

I felt your thighs.

I felt your lips,

So soft so clean,

Makes me wish,

We didn’t have,

To live far from each.

 

I wish we had more time,

Time to tell you,

The ways I love you.

And nothing, come death,

Will change that.

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