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By Stephen Date: 2001 Jul 09 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.09.04.45.13273]] |
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Beauty lurks out from behind giving you tap on the shoulder: "Please know I'm there?" "I don't only exist when you think I'm there at that "Formal Affair" " You deny it is around, but it knows where you are...Resistance is hopeless You are a single golden rose discovered in a city square, a sigh of relief a warmth beneath a sunny retreat and a very special hybrid of sweet... You are that hidden voice that breath of life can this be the sight of that dreamy delight Yes, it is that fight for the beauty of you to be known by the beholder of the light. Before the twinkle in your eyes, (whichever cover it might take) The blond blends its shape (whichever gorgeous shape that it might take) Then the lips steal the show (Not till after the nose does first though) And then the whole shape dawns (I know she'll know) It doesn't take awhile to know how beautiful I see her now. Resistance is hopeless For me Why do I try to block it When of course there is no escape From your deadly glance Because then I'm trapped And there is no hope for return For I'm lost again In this "Formal Affair" She need not to even bother to show The beauty that she really beholds Because that blue spark of dress will never keep the secret of her Consistence To see past her in the way I do You need to understand... With that trickle of blood caused from when I tried to pick that beautiful golden rose To the way I write so, to let her know Your beauty is impossible to let go I try to let it not show But that Resistance is hopeless And with that I again sigh And I cannot stop and not abode without a endless struggle from that glowing colorful splendor people call a eye-to-eye Then that delicate foreign look rends splinters between my eyes For then, a great force is thrown when the wind greets me so The shock brings me slow But then is left alone It smacks to my vision so quickly the affect happens quite frequently Again that Resistance is hopeless Because the shock-wave of your happiness really doesn't fall as light as snow Instead it piles and captures me Trapped in that avalanched cabin no way to escape, that I know With your simple muscle movement all Resistance is hopeless... for a long while Because I am visited by heaven when you let out that shocking angel of a smile The voice rings out yet another round: "Why do you not know I'm hear? I'm VERY loud?" "Am I still not making enough sound?" For you should already know the lengthy bounds of that gift you have that is impossible to shroud... My heartbeat beating at the pound... Your constant utter beauty Because it can never hide... Resistance to you is hopeless |