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By Max-Rom Date: 2002 Jun 17 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.17.21.37.10340]] |
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Eyes soft as the delicate dawning of a newborn swan Lips rosy as roses in Spain, As sweet as the honey surrounding the pain in the hive The pain in my heart that will not soon leave How is your love one that I might receive? With hair as fair as that of a spider's silken thread Laughter as joyous as children playing Their hands joined together with the bond of innocence a sort of glue for selfless adoration. Copyright(c)2002 Joseph Hardy |