She lays
Her gaze
Her smile
Sweeps me
Away
A captured moment
A framed picture
Her love
Entangles me
Let her hair
Be
My cloth
Softly
I place my lips
On hers
Flowers bloom
Skies cry
Grass grows
There we lay
Friday, April 24, 2009
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