RL pavei k2b13
The Secret Beauty - Poem by RL pavei k2b13
Thou art one hand everything writes,
Men understood nay the words of wise,
Things spoken by things.
Spring melodious or summer twilight,
Trees, half shy sprouting shady boons,
Thousand times they cross your path,
Hard to find one look at thee.
Thy smiles that win thy tints that cuddle,
Your beauty overshadow thy Queenie garden
Like thy watery-night of starry-sky,
On a cold-winter midnight.
Beauty in which your soul asylum,
To admired thy creator.
As pure as thy winter dew on morn-flower,
Beauty that rise with thy dawn from thy heart.
Your beauty so different, it eerie me,
I get so willies, I sweat like a freak.
My skin quiver, my knees grow weak.
Is smile thy style of your beauty?
What reason thee to smile that long?
Your smile so bright, your voice so deep.
I guess for that reason! !
Thy sun shines, thy star twinkle, thy sea rumble,
Thy moon glow and thy earth wiggle.
When I look at you, I can’t look away.
Thy lightning and thunder I feel a light heartedness,
And have these emotion never washed away.
For snow man fight with snow,
But thee wear thy smile until you lay to rest.
I’ve found the best.
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