Blue eyes,
disguised,
by scattered specks of green.
Red hair,
compared,
to a lion's messy mane.
Pale skin,
unhinged,
from a fury of freckles.
Strong voice,
rejoiced,
with wonder, will, and wistfulness.
Gentle heart,
apart,
from pain in his past.
Rough hands,
demand,
his lover's hand to hold.
Soft lips,
kissed,
by his one and only,
me.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 4:41 PM UTC
Blue eyes,
disguised,
by scattered specks of green.
Red hair,
compared,
to a lion's messy mane.
Pale skin,
unhinged,
from a fury of freckles.
Strong voice,
rejoiced,
with wonder, will, and wistfulness.
Gentle heart,
apart,
from pain in his past.
Rough hands,
demand,
his lover's hand to hold.
Soft lips,
kissed,
by his one and only,
me.
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