Is my make up all over the place?
A poem about love...
No words for these feelings
That feel so out of place,
Yet create beautiful smiles
That sit right on my face,
Like a little silver key,
My frail and fragile form,
Fits gently into your lock,
To release a thousand blossoms,
Up goes my tender heart,
as you whisper soaring words,
I grasp your arm,
and we begin to fly,
As free~gliding elegant birds...
That feel so out of place,
Yet create beautiful smiles
That sit right on my face,
Like a little silver key,
My frail and fragile form,
Fits gently into your lock,
To release a thousand blossoms,
Up goes my tender heart,
as you whisper soaring words,
I grasp your arm,
and we begin to fly,
As free~gliding elegant birds...
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