A song I hear, my heart gives voice,
and sings such tunes, my eyes rejoice,
for blind, I would in mind, perceive,
her beauty that my dreams conceive,
For blind or dumb, I still could tell
her allure, a honeyed smell,
that scents the air, with such desire,
tis warmth I feel, my soul afire.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 6:50 AM UTC
A song I hear, my heart gives voice,
and sings such tunes, my eyes rejoice,
for blind, I would in mind, perceive,
her beauty that my dreams conceive,
For blind or dumb, I still could tell
her allure, a honeyed smell,
that scents the air, with such desire,
tis warmth I feel, my soul afire.
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