Saturday, July 19, 2014

I look into her eyes



I came close to her
To touch those pretty fingers
And breathe in her sighs

I wish I was wise
Ignore the scent that lingers
Not to tell her lies

But I am spellbound
For she works her magic on me
Strange! She loves me too

I look into her eyes
We smile and laugh together
Until the winter comes

2 comments:

  1. Eyes are like mirrors..they can be kind..or harsh..like winter..maybe summer is a good place to dwell

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