The touch of her hands
as fine as needles
the feel of her skin
as smooth as silk
Her ways
as sensitive as maple
the feel of her lips against mine
as soft as thought
How little in me is not touched by you!
A friendship a light that fills tmy heart,
Painting with its gold each darkened hue,
Providing warmth to each sequestered part.
what a fool i've been
Should get my mind checked
i know that now
She's thou way
she's thou only
the one i want to protect
Allthough i did her wrong.
i think about her
All night and all day
spinning my head in a painfull way
How might one know love except by loving?
Attraction might be right, but often wrong,
Perhaps because it's short, and life is long,
I cannot tell how much such love might weigh,
Even were it salient as the sea
I know we don't have much time,
But I think it's just enough;
So I ask for forgiveness
You are the mirror of my better self,
composed by
Pierre Theron
Unknown "Prince Charming" Calm
- 16 years, 2 days ago