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There's a simplicity to your grace. The moment I first caught a gaze as I was lost in your face. Admiring every beauty mark, every gesture, making sure not to miss a detail. Probably looked like a deer in headlights; you're not just a gust, you're the prominent wind to my sail. You speak volumes with silence, a powerful talent. You're a gifted bird when others can't land it. I'd journey alongside each one of your curves, take pit stops to poke at every nerve; Just so I can see what it would take to get you on that verge. Take a dive off your forehead to land on your lips, Lay there in bliss while your words serve as a blanket for me to reminisce. And as I lay there in splendor of the ideas you render, I jot down love poems for practice so I can show you once I get better. I even have one I wouldn't mind to display. I'll show you it now; you let me know if it's worth something to say. It goes: YOUR LOVE IS AN INSTRUMENT AND I WANT TO MASTER IT'S HARMONY - CAUTIOUSLY, PLUCK AT THE STRINGS, HOPING I'M NOT MAKING A MOCKERY. ALL THIS IN HOPES TO MAKE A MORE CELESTIAL TUNE, I'LL BE STEADILY PRACTICING WHILE RIDING TO YOUR HEIGHT IN A HOT AIR BALLOON. I hope you can find pleasure in the diction I splurge. Because you need to know you breathe life into each one of my words.
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Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 2:41 PM UTC
Hot air balloon
There's a simplicity to your grace. The moment I first caught a gaze as I was lost in your face. Admiring every beauty mark, every gesture, making sure not to miss a detail. Probably looked like a deer in headlights; you're not just a gust, you're the prominent wind to my sail. You speak volumes with silence, a powerful talent. You're a gifted bird when others can't land it. I'd journey alongside each one of your curves, take pit stops to poke at every nerve; Just so I can see what it would take to get you on that verge. Take a dive off your forehead to land on your lips, Lay there in bliss while your words serve as a blanket for me to reminisce. And as I lay there in splendor of the ideas you render, I jot down love poems for practice so I can show you once I get better. I even have one I wouldn't mind to display. I'll show you it now; you let me know if it's worth something to say. It goes: YOUR LOVE IS AN INSTRUMENT AND I WANT TO MASTER IT'S HARMONY - CAUTIOUSLY, PLUCK AT THE STRINGS, HOPING I'M NOT MAKING A MOCKERY. ALL THIS IN HOPES TO MAKE A MORE CELESTIAL TUNE, I'LL BE STEADILY PRACTICING WHILE RIDING TO YOUR HEIGHT IN A HOT AIR BALLOON. I hope you can find pleasure in the diction I splurge. Because you need to know you breathe life into each one of my words.
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alex-delarge
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 2:41 PM UTC
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