By Morgan
Date: 17 May 2000
Wish
Walking on a soft pillow under each foot, her step
like a mountain stream, flowing so smoothly
coming from such pure snow, soft and white
as the stream turns, a soft pillow of mist teases my cheek
Shadows cower away as the sun embraces
the soft lines of her cheek, as if born strait from warmth
as silk, like the spring breeze brushes
lightly over every soft inch, charassing this winged creature
Cupid, oh Cupid, do strike her strait so she may fall
to be caught and embraced by my love!
Oh Saggitarious, wink upon me again! The moonlight
mysteriously feathers her voice as the world melts away
oh speak again so I may lose myself
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