So sweet, I see soft starlets
Where instead your eyes should rest.
So light, your gentle hair,
When let fall, your neck caress.
So hearts, by any sense,
Should pound as mine.
So know, I will my soul to
Soar, and betray my mind.
Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 9:12 PM UTC
So sweet, I see soft starlets
Where instead your eyes should rest.
So light, your gentle hair,
When let fall, your neck caress.
So hearts, by any sense,
Should pound as mine.
So know, I will my soul to
Soar, and betray my mind.
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