T.o.y. 10 #2
By Bigheadbob
This everlasting season, The game we seek is love. One cannot use a rifle, While hunting a little dove. Your the game, That I do seek. Hoping for, A little peak. To see the sight, I thought I saw. That has left me, Struck in awe. Imagining your eyes, And your pretty nose. All the long way down, To your little toes. Your beautiful mouth, And itty bitty ears. Prettier than, A great group of deers. To see your eyes, Stare into mine. This feeling I have, Is quite divine. I just wanna see you, To know that your still there. And so I can smell, The scent of your brown hair. This feeling that I have, When I'm sitting with you. Get's rid of all in life, That makes me feel true blue. Sitting here alone, With visions of your face. Wanting to know when, It's you that I'll embrace. Written March 21st, 2002 © on Mar 20 2002 03:30 PM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"This everlasting season,..."