Dark Spot

June 28, 2008
Her eyes are pools of light
She has reached the perfect height
Her hair is thread of lovely gold
Her clothes turn heads, beautifully bold
When she smiles so do we
When she moves it's so gracefully
Always impeccably calm
Knowledge and beauty in her palm.

I'm unprepared when I see her alone
Glimpse tears and hear her moan
And it's then I know
There's more beyond her glow.

As she writhes like on shot
I realize we all have a dark spot.

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