No title
Always on my mind u are…
Thoughts interrupted by images of your face…
Poetry is your name
As it escapes my lips…
Music is your voice as it hits
My ears…
Art…
Your body
A masterpiece to behold…
My eyes smile delight
At thoughts of my life with you…
Words are lost
As am I in your arms…
And all I think is
I’m so happy you’re mine
kattdaddy29 commented on No title
06-02-2009
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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| No title | 1 | 06/02/2009 |
| My Sin | 1 | 06/02/2009 |
| Engorged | 0 | 05/26/2009 |
| Morning Feed | 1 | 05/26/2009 |
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