You speak to me of beauty, as you breathe what you will
Laughing when no stir of air lingers on the way
Thinking I will call you master and my eyes with tears will fill
While your fragrance, disunites my senses
In unfair play
You show yourself as mightier than storm clouds sweeping by
Yet do you love me as the water falls below
Is that sieve for your protection to sift out the tears I cry
So that you will not see them falling
Or where they go
Did you hear me say I would follow wherever you may lead
To any land where your sweet flowers grow
Perhaps I should acquaint you with this beauty you misread
She heard every word you didn’t say
About the lands of not and so
You speak to me of beauty, when you can’t will what you breathe
See me laughing when no air stirs your way
I will not call you master, when you ignore my tears you see
Smell my fragrance disuniting your senses
In my fair play
Nov 7, 2010
Nov 7, 2010 at 12:30 PM UTC
You speak to me of beauty, as you breathe what you will
Laughing when no stir of air lingers on the way
Thinking I will call you master and my eyes with tears will fill
While your fragrance, disunites my senses
In unfair play
You show yourself as mightier than storm clouds sweeping by
Yet do you love me as the water falls below
Is that sieve for your protection to sift out the tears I cry
So that you will not see them falling
Or where they go
Did you hear me say I would follow wherever you may lead
To any land where your sweet flowers grow
Perhaps I should acquaint you with this beauty you misread
She heard every word you didn’t say
About the lands of not and so
You speak to me of beauty, when you can’t will what you breathe
See me laughing when no air stirs your way
I will not call you master, when you ignore my tears you see
Smell my fragrance disuniting your senses
In my fair play
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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