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By Ray Heywood Submitted by wordley Date: 2002 Feb 10 Comment on this Work [[2002.02.10.04.32.14406]] |
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She wears the folds of beauty's dress,Such skin-tight fit from toe to brow, Carried over in each silken tress of hair that gleams so precious now, To match the softest angel smile on whose wings my heart takes flight And carries me for many a mile to be within her arms tonight And put an end to lonely hours spent in silent dreams of she Whose love so far above me towers, yet stoops so in humility, And brings for me a sweeter ray of hope that she will take my love, And from her I will never stray, And she will keep me safe above; For in the folds of beauty's dress, that clings so close from toe to brow, Underneath each silken tress, I have found my true love now. |