Her eyes of gold, her skin of velvet,
and her soul as warm as your hand in
your pocket.
You see her in your dreams,
Flying with her wings..
Landing on your lips,
Feeling her love and her bliss.
and her soul as warm as your hand in
your pocket.
You see her in your dreams,
Flying with her wings..
Landing on your lips,
Feeling her love and her bliss.
Alyssa Rose Theissen
© 2003
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