| My heart does pine For the depth of your stare The sea is cursed Never to know the land Damned for her jealousy of your eyes Stars burn in vain They lament and waiver Aware of their insignificance To the light which shines in your soul Those specks in the heavens All fade to one As night transforms to day If love were fruit Your lips are pears Too succulent and sweet For me to be worthy of the warmth The comfort of your kiss Champagne would go flat, become vinegar If it only knew the ambrosial taste of your skin Ah, beloved embrace Enough to smother a thousand fires Or make its heir the one true god Rodin�s �Le Penseur� muses on your face Eternally meditating in bronze On what perfection is I have been spoiled for others All will fall in your shadow How can they compare? |
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| if this ever goes above five i will regain faith in humanity |