#This29th
Each day I feel the world rush
as the eyes twinkle naughty; treat
me to love, I see the magic
the beauty of my dreams
With each word, a lyric luring
me to depths of a fable
I sit to swoon, I strive to woo
the beauty of my dreams
I hold a hand, it pulls tight
whispers a promise, to hold true,
forever it says , I close my eyes
for she is mine, the beauty I dreamed.
Five and thirty gone, millions more to come!
very nyc poem i like it :-)
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Beautiful Lines on Beauty that almost I guess everyone Dreams.. :-)
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