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If Ever Beauty Had Had a Face
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If Ever Beauty Had Had a Face |
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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland 
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If ever beauty had had a face, I saw it on her, with her leather and lace, And in her eyes that bloom, like the sky in June when the horizons seem a clearest blue, I could see the curves round flames of cool, where trysts were welcome to ya. But me and her weren’t meant to be, she had love much long ‘for me, Far from the free, she loved his heart, for his body seemed the lesser mark. So instead of looking for sex or love I sought the one who accepted fate; I sought out curves, and pictured grace; I wanted just to see her face. And lest the beast, the man who beats the man right from my heart that called: You could never really touch her could ya? Or be close enough to hear her voice, and to see her fuchsias of the choice. But better still, the thrill, the frills, for her concentrations never nil, The beautiful and the pure, she’s all in one, and a brilliant mind that shaped desire. Her smile, - with sheen- the roses that seemed to be ever passing through ya. A mile of March, to be and to arch your dreams and your thoughts To be pushed and be loved and to never want some, which seems to always fool ya. It’s a game and its played, even under the blade, I would laugh and would play, Yet never to say, what love I was holding while I knew ya. So I pray to the lord beneath the sun and the moon, on the floor with a heart full of dreams and a mind full of scorn, yell a plea to the lord: can’t you help me to ya? Oh, hallelujah, hallelujah! I am the two-toed wanderer |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Now you said it and beautifully so! Passionate and captivating. Love, Margherita |
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