Wednesday, February 24, 2010

She was warm on the touch

And soft to the ear

A true princess from old times

With roses on her chest

Peace on my soul

And a night on my cheeks

Magic felt through your jokes

Even with the confessions of your lips

Lies sounded so true

And I didn’t feel wounded

But I dreamt of you

And no veil covered your words

Sadness crept into my eyes

Closing them forever

Dying next to you.

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