Oh, how I do love you!
a better spirit I will never know
her name, her name is desire!
spending all her day and nights
in my mind, tying my tongue in knots
numb from toe to finger
when I picture her
humbles me on a corner selling wooden
pencils, I see when cast her light upon me.
Oh, how fair can fair be,
how much beauty can the day portray?
No, none more than her fair eyes
turning once to gaze at me, here,
a slight upturn to the corner
of her perfect lips. At me!
If you love away, love me,
once , smile at me again, even from afar ,
desire, desire.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 1:16 AM UTC
Oh, how I do love you!
a better spirit I will never know
her name, her name is desire!
spending all her day and nights
in my mind, tying my tongue in knots
numb from toe to finger
when I picture her
humbles me on a corner selling wooden
pencils, I see when cast her light upon me.
Oh, how fair can fair be,
how much beauty can the day portray?
No, none more than her fair eyes
turning once to gaze at me, here,
a slight upturn to the corner
of her perfect lips. At me!
If you love away, love me,
once , smile at me again, even from afar ,
desire, desire.
