Your Love is Beautiful

October 16, 2010
By , Daleville, VA
Your eyes are the sky
His eyes are like ice
Your hands are un sanded wood
His are polished bronze
Your touch is still so soft
His is hard and painful
So here I sit wondering why I left you at the stable
For his empty cold arms
Where I never can get warm
I dream of your warm embrace
And of your slow loving pace
He may be handsome
But you are beautiful
I had to leave to understand that looks don't mean a thing
Because there is only one man for me
I love you Jeffrey

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