You can never know,
you cannot,
your Myst,
if even it's so.
It is all about you,
all of it, about
you.You burst my heart,
with just your smile.
You know I will be gone in a while,
never to know the smell of you,
perfumed sweat, your core the you,
in tears sweet salt.
You, even you,
where you are to hard core,
to know the feel of simple plain water,
short hair dried across your feet.
I am a simple man, it is that I am,
no crown jewels,
was It ever after to paint your lips,
or brush your hair,
simply you stand there,
wash your face with my smile.
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Any woman of value can see that it is simplicity that is the key.10+++