she is mine.
my beautiful one.
an aura of angelic prisms.
the sun sets on her command.
and rises only when she wills it so.
how can something so beautiful. be disdained.
without any fear for consequence.
without any desire for communion.
i could not live.
i could not breath.
oh my beautiful one.
may she never feel malaise.
my beautiful girl.
who can turn my emotional labyrinth.
into blissful harmony.
my beautiful child.
who can set a room aglow.
with her tender smile.
she is mine.
my beautiful one.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
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