He first remembered her sitting there
She was very nervous
And very shy as he
Yet, all he ever wanted her
To do was
To trust in him
She was pleasing to the
Senses of his mind
She was an odd cold in June
As a whisper of peace
From an age of silence
She was beautiful poetry unread
A romantic period lost in time
Her beauty was a sweet
Tyranny to his tranquility
Yet, He loved her
He wanted to be her friend
And thereof was
The best days of his mirage
An Oasis lost in an imagination
She was an odd cold in June
From the edge of an once was
Into the centre of a drozen tear drop
Reflections cloud colors clear
While visionary landscapes were so dear
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 1:02 AM UTC
He first remembered her sitting there
She was very nervous
And very shy as he
Yet, all he ever wanted her
To do was
To trust in him
She was pleasing to the
Senses of his mind
She was an odd cold in June
As a whisper of peace
From an age of silence
She was beautiful poetry unread
A romantic period lost in time
Her beauty was a sweet
Tyranny to his tranquility
Yet, He loved her
He wanted to be her friend
And thereof was
The best days of his mirage
An Oasis lost in an imagination
She was an odd cold in June
From the edge of an once was
Into the centre of a drozen tear drop
Reflections cloud colors clear
While visionary landscapes were so dear
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