As I ponder, sweetly mused,
your grace against the breeze,
I cower at the frightful task
of earning but a please.
Your humble smile, your giddy laugh,
of which I must appease,
I sink into my sullen soul,
unable to unfreeze.
For with this heart, I cannot pledge
to you your beauty’s ease.
Nov 26, 2024
Nov 26, 2024 at 6:43 PM UTC
As I ponder, sweetly mused,
your grace against the breeze,
I cower at the frightful task
of earning but a please.
Your humble smile, your giddy laugh,
of which I must appease,
I sink into my sullen soul,
unable to unfreeze.
For with this heart, I cannot pledge
to you your beauty’s ease.
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