To: Darkchylde
Oh I see. Darkchylde has been here.
Lovely, just lovely.
To: All
My eyes drunk with
your countenance
I inhaled you into
my pores, exhaled you with my breath
cherished you in my heart
wrapped myself in the essence of you.
bentfeather
05.11.05
To: bentfeather
That poem can actually be taken literally or
metaphorically, something which makes me
a bit proud... as I don't usually write something
that can be seen both ways. Metaphorically, the
butterfly is love.
139 posted on
05/12/2005 2:11:27 PM PDT by
Darkchylde
(The Crazed Unknown Hermit)
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