Beyond a rising fragrance, I wander holding golden bliss
Yet to the eyes carrying hushed secrets
Perfection is a panorama
In a view
To a lover’s kiss
I hear troubled clouds calling come away
In each wind that blows
Singing deep beyond the eyes I see
Carrying hushed secrets
In numbers I count
Every day
Had I more at this moment, than a broken heart
I would emblazon those eyes anew
Learn all the hushed secrets
They carry inside
Count each one over
Tell it to you
Fragrance rises from a pillow, holding golden bliss
Wondering at the eyes I count
Perfection is a panorama
In my broken heart
In a view
To my lover’s kiss
Dec 8, 2010
Dec 8, 2010 at 8:27 PM UTC
Beyond a rising fragrance, I wander holding golden bliss
Yet to the eyes carrying hushed secrets
Perfection is a panorama
In a view
To a lover’s kiss
I hear troubled clouds calling come away
In each wind that blows
Singing deep beyond the eyes I see
Carrying hushed secrets
In numbers I count
Every day
Had I more at this moment, than a broken heart
I would emblazon those eyes anew
Learn all the hushed secrets
They carry inside
Count each one over
Tell it to you
Fragrance rises from a pillow, holding golden bliss
Wondering at the eyes I count
Perfection is a panorama
In my broken heart
In a view
To my lover’s kiss
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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