Songs of My Soul. Her walk is a mystery She walks with her legs close together preserving her virginity. Her smile is so generous a new bud thanking the sun in the morning. Each word that she utters begins as a kiss on her mouth flies through the air and ends up on my mouth, for I listen with my mouth open staring at her beauty. Her fair skin makes my eyes glow digging deep into her trying to locate the source of the words. Could she be my wife? To have her smile, I could not exchange for gold, to hold her close, no silver should come between us, and if angels should call my name let them remember her too for love bore us to. #DedicatedToSomeoneSpecial
Posted on: Sun, 16 Mar 2014 06:09:46 +0000