The beauty of a woman
is in the poems she's wrote,
the dreams she's weaved
and all the stories she's told.
The beauty of a woman
is in the adventures she's taken,
the lives she's touched
and all the minds she's awakened.
The beauty of a woman
is in the caring she gives,
the sincerity in her laughter,
and the passion in her griefs.
It's not the expensive clothes she owns,
her body size, the diamonds she's worn.
Measure not the beauty of woman in gold,
for the beauty of a woman is reflected in her soul.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
After laying under them with you tonight
The stars will never look the same
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 1:38 AM UTC
I want to fly with you tonight
Through the clouds we'll take our flight
Under the finite light
Provided by the moon
But soon it will be gone
For its lover will be on
Us in a few minutes
So hold these seconds
Just like you hold my hand
Squeezing it softly
Saying
"I don't give a ****
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 1:38 AM UTC
i have found what you are like
the rain,
(Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields
easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike
the air in utterable coolness
deeds of green thrilling light
with thinned
newfragile yellows
lurch and.press
—in the woods
which
stutter
and
sing
And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
quietly)almost,
your kiss
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 3:56 AM UTC
i will wade out
till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
Alive
with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
Will i complete the mystery
of my flesh
I will rise
After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
And set my teeth in the silver of the moon
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 3:54 AM UTC