If you could see yourself through my eyes
I'm sure you'd understand
my overwhelming desire
to reach out and hold your hand.
To feel your lips of satin,
so supple against mine,
and then trace with my fingertips
the clout that's your jawline.
Modesty's a virtue-
This I've come to realize.
But you would only know your beauty
if you gandered through my eyes.
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 11:58 AM UTC
If you could see yourself through my eyes
I'm sure you'd understand
my overwhelming desire
to reach out and hold your hand.
To feel your lips of satin,
so supple against mine,
and then trace with my fingertips
the clout that's your jawline.
Modesty's a virtue-
This I've come to realize.
But you would only know your beauty
if you gandered through my eyes.
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