Smiles 3
By sidewinder
To touch in that soft sunshine forever met by a warm breath, Creeping syllable by syllable where eyes... eventually meet, A question comes to mind, When can I meet you again? Does thy soul reach for another to complete thy reason? Or is it just an illusion met by a smile? Mysterious nymph touch me... for thy beauty touches beyond an horizon and my heart will never be the same and your smile takes... my breath away. Aug. 15, 2001 Written January 4th, 2002 © on Jun 30 2002 07:43 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn personal • love
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"To touch in that soft sunshine..."