Warm orange is my love
As the heart of a flame from within
The deep black embers of a glowing log at night.
Brilliant blue, as the midday sky
When it’s hot, yet fresh, are my eyes
When they glean a flash of moist, white smile
In your happiness.
The spangle of rainbow tang
As a pinprick of candle light
Erupts in tiny brilliance…
In a tear suspended from one fine eyelash.
Golden green and amber
Is my happiness in this love…
But my passion is crimson.
And yellow daisies in a green field
For simplicity?
Marshalg
Albury
9.45pm March 28 1969
May 12, 2010
May 12, 2010 at 7:04 PM UTC
Warm orange is my love
As the heart of a flame from within
The deep black embers of a glowing log at night.
Brilliant blue, as the midday sky
When it’s hot, yet fresh, are my eyes
When they glean a flash of moist, white smile
In your happiness.
The spangle of rainbow tang
As a pinprick of candle light
Erupts in tiny brilliance…
In a tear suspended from one fine eyelash.
Golden green and amber
Is my happiness in this love…
But my passion is crimson.
And yellow daisies in a green field
For simplicity?
Marshalg
Albury
9.45pm March 28 1969
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