December 26, 2008

When I think of her eyes, and what they take in...

...everything is just as it was and always will be.

She sleeps in a blue colored dovecote and runs through green colored fields, getting closer;

pulling me closer...

...endlessly, into her arms.

Somehow, we always awaken together:

shared, merged .... a fantasy, uninhibited, sipped like a glass of new, red wine.

Her eyes behold the same things I've taken in.

Our merging, has emerged, in Love.

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1 comment:

Lil Bit said...

Beautiful poem, W.

Yep, allll about the eyes! =)