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Dec 2014
She
A freezing man like me has no right to see the majesty
found within the warm and gentle sea inside those beautiful blue eyes.
Caught in your presence, I often sigh hellos and goodbyes.
I long to be a part of the world I see in your ocean blue,
and maybe if I could be so bold, you'll share this feeling too.


Yet this feeling in me lingers, as I look at your lovely fingers.
I would take a stand and hold your hand,
if I weren't afraid you'd turn to sand.
Slipping through my tender hold, I fear I'll never fit your mold,
and I will remain forever cold.


And her smile all the while has my heart in denial,
as she shines like starlight through the dark and dreary night.
And I'll try with all my might to keep her beauty in my sight,
because when she blinks I begin to sink into the reality I'm told;
I will remain forever cold.


And finally, her hair like gold reminds me who has my hold.
With a beauty like the sun, she warms my heart
and brings me back to the start.
A freezing man like me has no right to see the majesty
found within the warm and gentle sea
inside those beautiful blue eyes.
this where my heart resides,
warmed by your lovely presence.
and maybe if I could be so bold,

you can save me from the cold
Thomas Conlan
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Thomas Conlan  28/M/Montreal
(28/M/Montreal)   
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