April 3, 2017


Who would've thought it could be

My favorite color?

But when I look in her eyes,

It's like there could be no other.



Holding knowledge old as time.

Beautiful and understanding,

They bring me to my knees

In a single glance.

And those lips...

I wish to know

The sweetness they hold.

How tender,

How loving,

How perfect they look

Stealing my heart

In the night like a crook.

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