November 16, 2011
By Jayne53 SILVER, Cordova, Tennessee
Jayne53 SILVER, Cordova, Tennessee
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Favorite Quote:
"A wise woman kisses, but does not love, listens, but does not believe, and leaves before she is left."- Marilyn Monroe
"Don't call me sugar."- Scarlett O'Hara

I stand by you in storms with pride
Hands laced with beating chest
And my cheek does blush
With the scent Of you
So near me during rest
Bring forth thy glory of thine words
See to them that they may always live
Whispering sweet melodies to me
For all of the mornings to give`
Follow now my gaze
Sincere is it's direction
And forever will guide you
Along a path with warm intentions
Speak, but speak softly
For my ears do bleed
Laugh, but laugh kindly
For my tears do sting
Grasp, but grasp gently
For my flesh does bruise
And if you must leave
Leave now, for my heart cannot bear it
Part with more than a hint of feeling
Show the depth that cuts you
But only if it were so
If it be anything other than thus
The pale grave of honesty will suffice
In these days of forgotten guile
Wont you but linger nowhere far
Wrap your strength around me
Comfort me with your hue
No other treasure will hold
For yours is more precious
Than light itself
Thine lips sweeter than taste
Thine heart more golden
Than moon's rays
Indeed I catch sight of normality
Flaws are present in the cracks
Of your countenance
Thou is not greatest
Thou is not purest
But beauty is evermore present
How can there be doubt?
For I see it as clear as
The oceans in your eyes
They call to me like sirens
Seduce me into generous amore
And I very greatly lose myself
With the taste of your breath
On my tongue

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