Fan Share ~ Thankyou °•♥ What is fair or generous about all the words at my command When I cannot describe in words the touch of her gentle hand Is there any reason I cannot write or type a book That details the yearning of my heart with just a single look Is there no way to measure on a scale or by the pound The music of her gentle voice when she utters but a sound No sacrifice seems harsh enough when meted out in song To tell her I would die for her, be right or be it wrong If I could bottle feelings up and put them in her veins And make them course through her heart perhaps that could explain What words cannot bear out in poems or songs or heavy sighs My love for her that grows each day forbidden now to die ~ Pariah
Posted on: Sun, 27 Oct 2013 08:00:01 +0000
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