Sitting there-
across the way-
I spy thee, a beast of care
shining with the Light of day.
Your eyes-a beauty fair-
enough to make me sway!
Your lips, watched with despair,
urge my Heartache to fly away.
And here-where I stare-
on a beach I lay,
the ocean my nose does snare.
A longing; I wish to stay.
Standing, you give me a scare,
and walk forward to my dismay.
Anxious to become a pair,
I turn my face towards the cay.
You reach across with hand bare
to place a finger so I cannot say
how I miss your bronze arm's dare,
an obscured passion of the May.
The Sun begins to set-no light to spare-
as you lean in with amorous display
for this Summer affair.
A longing; I wish to stay.
Apr 16, 2012
Apr 16, 2012 at 12:38 AM UTC
Sitting there-
across the way-
I spy thee, a beast of care
shining with the Light of day.
Your eyes-a beauty fair-
enough to make me sway!
Your lips, watched with despair,
urge my Heartache to fly away.
And here-where I stare-
on a beach I lay,
the ocean my nose does snare.
A longing; I wish to stay.
Standing, you give me a scare,
and walk forward to my dismay.
Anxious to become a pair,
I turn my face towards the cay.
You reach across with hand bare
to place a finger so I cannot say
how I miss your bronze arm's dare,
an obscured passion of the May.
The Sun begins to set-no light to spare-
as you lean in with amorous display
for this Summer affair.
A longing; I wish to stay.
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