when she walks, she does
so with a lighted crown,
as if always wearing
her favorite gown
when she smiles even suns
would reflect those rays
with their never ending
source, to which is cure
from my sickness, fast to
come, faster go when she
is near
when she laughs I have
not one worry, although
be they jokes of me, still
letting us be in time
without one hurry
‘when’ does not apply, thus
making every stair of stars
jealous, wishing not they be
compared to her eyes and
rightly so, for simple thermo-
nuclear fusion keeps them
energized and bright, oh
but how weak even then it
appears when you realize
how beautiful yes, she be
even more so, for it matches
what lays beneath
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 10:20 PM UTC
when she walks, she does
so with a lighted crown,
as if always wearing
her favorite gown
when she smiles even suns
would reflect those rays
with their never ending
source, to which is cure
from my sickness, fast to
come, faster go when she
is near
when she laughs I have
not one worry, although
be they jokes of me, still
letting us be in time
without one hurry
‘when’ does not apply, thus
making every stair of stars
jealous, wishing not they be
compared to her eyes and
rightly so, for simple thermo-
nuclear fusion keeps them
energized and bright, oh
but how weak even then it
appears when you realize
how beautiful yes, she be
even more so, for it matches
what lays beneath
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