04 September 2006

The Old Remains New...

From that moment you looked
I had but surrendered
The curl of your hair
The fate of my stare
To my thoughts I did shout
Beauty, what beauty

The passion I render from
The look you withhold
So bold, I cannot
Whisk that truth away
Deep red I foresee
When I peer at your face
While hearts beat against
The bridge between us


Blogger Bonnie B said...

Wow-- such passion and vivid images, simply put-- yet powerful and sweet at the same time

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I have to disagree, this is weak - the idea you are trying to write is such a tender thing. It deserves better.


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