Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Combining the Soul

A glance, a sigh
A wink that is sly

We may explore
We may discover
A soul of colour
Held dear my lover

Of all the times I’ve seen you
No other has felt so right
While the light shines brightest
When near you at night

Letting go is such a pain
But what do you say in the pouring rain
Rhyme in time today your fine
Hope that death has friends who are left

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