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*His Hair Was The Color Of Summer Straw, His Eyes Were Hazel As Ocean Waters, His Enchanting Gentle Touch Has No Flaw, He Dries My Black Inked Tears With A Blotter, His Smile Warms Me On The Coldest Of Days, His Masculine Hands Mend The Wounds I Bare, He Leads Me Across Streams, Mountains, And Bays, Yet He Is Tame Enough To Stroke My Hair, He Tenderly Smiled And Held My Hand, He Whispered--He Loved Me More Than Ever, That When He Saw Me It Was Hard To Stand, And If I Wasn't His--He Would Endeavor The Sun Beacons--A Beginning Of Love, Snow White Wings Spread Elegant As A Dove's*
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Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 8:41 PM UTC
Sonnet VI: Smitten
*His Hair Was The Color Of Summer Straw, His Eyes Were Hazel As Ocean Waters, His Enchanting Gentle Touch Has No Flaw, He Dries My Black Inked Tears With A Blotter, His Smile Warms Me On The Coldest Of Days, His Masculine Hands Mend The Wounds I Bare, He Leads Me Across Streams, Mountains, And Bays, Yet He Is Tame Enough To Stroke My Hair, He Tenderly Smiled And Held My Hand, He Whispered--He Loved Me More Than Ever, That When He Saw Me It Was Hard To Stand, And If I Wasn't His--He Would Endeavor The Sun Beacons--A Beginning Of Love, Snow White Wings Spread Elegant As A Dove's*
Smitten <3
sydney-victoria
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Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 8:41 PM UTC
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