Post by Rojaa on Jan 2, 2005 19:42:17 GMT -5
She laid there in the light.
Under a soft glow from the west,
That bathes her wild untamed hair.
Which resembles so many majestic animals
That only the mind of innocence, a mind of a child, could create.
The amber glow creeps over the rest of her, like winter fading into spring.
This reveals curves that women have long used to tempt men and bend their will
No tool in this world could be used to recreate all the splendor that comes,
From the sight of the sheets, pulling her deeper into her dreams.
Dreams that could never match her beauty.
Under a soft glow from the west,
That bathes her wild untamed hair.
Which resembles so many majestic animals
That only the mind of innocence, a mind of a child, could create.
The amber glow creeps over the rest of her, like winter fading into spring.
This reveals curves that women have long used to tempt men and bend their will
No tool in this world could be used to recreate all the splendor that comes,
From the sight of the sheets, pulling her deeper into her dreams.
Dreams that could never match her beauty.
