How many hearts were broken
in the wake of her beauty
how many young hearts
shattered from lost desire
Her grace a perfect concert to behold
her limbs always loosened to suitors
she, with the smile sweet as an angel
a gift from the gods to nearly every man
She left a trail of ruin
this was Lela's Legacy
and I could not believe
I would fall to her charms
Yet in the warfare of the heart
the mind falls so quickly
and I had became
part of Lela's Legacy
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 12:34 PM UTC
How many hearts were broken
in the wake of her beauty
how many young hearts
shattered from lost desire
Her grace a perfect concert to behold
her limbs always loosened to suitors
she, with the smile sweet as an angel
a gift from the gods to nearly every man
She left a trail of ruin
this was Lela's Legacy
and I could not believe
I would fall to her charms
Yet in the warfare of the heart
the mind falls so quickly
and I had became
part of Lela's Legacy
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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