Her touch is warm and gentle,
Her hold is full of warmth.....
She gives her heart,
To the open,
And some of them discared.....
Her eyes are the portal,
Which lead you to her soul....
Her heart is an open fire,
Of deep red, silver and gold.....
I yeild upon her every touch,
To my heart shant break....
With gentle lusture,
The earth is sure to quake....
Once I said I loved her,
And yet I still do,
My heart is but a clusture,
Of emotions that Im sure are true....
But as I sit here thinking,
My mind is still confused.....
Thinking of all the times I loved,
My heart is still all bruised.....
So still I sit here to ponder,
Upon my sullen heart.....
Even if I cant touch her,
We're never truely apart.....
Some of you know her,
As the girl with black hair.....
Some of you have touched her,
Some just only stare.....
But if you do know her,
Know her heart is true......
Dont be quick to judge her,
As I know some of you do.....
As confused as all life is,
I still love so many too......
But know this now,
My Marttiqua,
I do love you too.....
COMMENTS
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Ursala
01:57 Feb 28 2008
my my niki... i do love you