A Poetic Injustice
My love, eternal and sweet...
Time comes to an end,
Our souls shall meet...
Day by day, I wait for your love,
In my sweet dreams you eventually come...
Ten kisses, a hundred more,
Then a million only to be sure...
For your love, I give my heart and soul...
I look over to you, giving me a look so cold...
Do you bore of the curves on my hips,
Or the rosy pigment in my lips..?
I could look forever in your charmingly cold face...
Eyes with sharp structure and lips of great taste...
Mon. Oct. 28, 2oo2
