Vainglory
By Lone Poet
These shimmering eyes Gleam like a golden pond Radiant pools of dry ice Sparkling from beyond An enticing smile Born to a virgin child No beast can defile Naked in the wild My priestess soul And angelic heart Grant comfort to all Gray matter is smart These ruby-red lips Taste as sweet wine Playful nubile hips Fruit swaying on a vine © 2/14/02, 3/17/04 SmSVanity...Conceitedness...self-love...all those things we hate (but love). Written February 24th, 2002 © on Feb 23 2002 10:26 PM PST, Sheryl Marcia Schwartz 18 • 10 • 8
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"These shimmering eyes..."