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| I stand in front of you, My reflection swims in vast pools Of azure and turquoise, I am wanting to speak, But a voice inside my head tells me no, As much as I want to look away, My own eyes remain fixed Upon those blue eyes of Heaven. A mix of emotion sweeps through my head As your sweet voice fills my ears and my heart, Pushes away fear and hate, "I love you." A rush of warmth and love overshadows us, The whole world seems to disappear. Just the two of us, The memories of that last gentle kiss, And the smile on your face as I look Into your eyes, Those beautiful blue eyes of Heaven. You reach out and embrace me once again, I press my face into your chest and listen To the steady beating of your heart. It feels warm against my cool skin. I feel your soft, blonde hair Tickling my face. I make a decision to speak, To show you the same love you showed me, "I love you too, Roger." I then look up and kiss you again. You smile, I do the same, As I stare in those deep azure eyes, Your beautiful, sparkling blue eyes of Heaven. Then, the moment comes. I close my eyes, knowing what is coming. Our lips meet, My pain and fears are swept away, As I wonder...Is this a dream? Was I really staring into your azure eyes? That pair of beautiful, sparking blue eyes of Heaven? I open my eyes, knowing that I had to find out Sooner or later. I look around in shock; I am no longer standing in nothingness... No longer in blackness... I am in my own room, curled up on my bed, But I feel a strangely soothing presence, I feel someone's fingers gently stroking my hair, Caressing my face. A turn of the head, and I see a familiar face, Your smiling, angelic face, And your beautiful, sparkling blue eyes of Heaven. You lay down next to me and ask, "Do you believe in angels?" I smile, even though I think it A strange question to ask, But I reply, "Not only that, But I believe that one has come to me," I kiss you and continue, "And he has just the most beautiful... Sparkling...blue eyes of Heaven." |
| To my fave blonde-haired, blue-eyed drummer, Roger Taylor <------------ Laura wrote that (and the poem)...I guess that's why it [the poem] sucks... <-------------------------- JapDragon77 said that...I guess that's why they call her the Tokyo B****... (JapDragon77: HEY!!! *b****-slaps Laura*) ...OW! That hurt! See my point? We definitely need to be separated! Anyway, without any more ado... |
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