Her sun touched hair, Her moon caressed eys, All the stars harmonious twinkles could not match the brilliance of one glance from her. She could inspire a man to such great gains with but an ounce of affection. To be in her presence Is a breathtaking moment That lasts your whole life. Then, she speaks. A truth leaving her lips Will hold your soul so gently You will not know it's there Until it is too late. Nothing she does to you is intentional. She knows not of her attraction. When confronted with these facts, They are left from her mind as soon as they are introduced. This is she. Adoration |
ADORATION Written in Virginia around 1996 for Jamie. |
By: Eric L Willard |
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