Aug. 13, 2010
Turn thy head sweetest,
So I may see them
As they bounce off your hair, your flowing locks.
And they animate every strand, every curl.
Smile for me my dearest,
So I may enjoy the moment.
The shimmer on your shoulders, sharp curves and angles.
The contrast of shadow against your supple skin; light bouncing to mine eyes.
My sight, don’t fail me now.
Lend me your grace once more.
As the sun draws her to me, like a painting on an easel.
Let me remember as she basks on sunshine.
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