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By ~Harem~ Date: 2001 Aug 16 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.16.17.13.12241]] |
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His eyes are pure art his most precious part fearful when angry and warm when they're not I love to be in them To bathe and to swim in his pools of pure heaven I gently slip in His tears are the rain of earth's every shower The storms hidden rage thunder's great power The depth of his soul lies in his eyes The story they sing when in sadness he cries His eyes have me branded with part of his soul held as his captive if truth would be told I've carried his eyes in the back of my heart Surprised, he hasn't missed them since we've been apart I see them before me On a quiet dark night when the music is low and my mind's taking flight I'd love to be in them to bathe and to swim his pools of pure heaven I'd gently slip in. ~ |