Wavering candle light makes your skin look like soft alabaster, and I love the way your curling hair softly frames your face. Sweet the way your eyes sparkle with such joy run apace, and the hours flow away as we love, each ever, ever faster.
853 posted on 11/18/2006 6:47:03 PM PST by WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)