Sunday, April 3, 2011

Of countless women breathing upon the earth
I choose thee
Of thousands drones and wails
I choose thine

Lovely whisper and pleasant smile
Supplier of great consolations
Stealer of mine soul
When she whispers so sincere a wish

Sometimes in a lonely night
Sweet sounds of her mirth
Humming inside my head
Embellish my dreams a thousand folds

So enchanting is she
When I unseal my eyes
Stares into a delirium of a lovely smile
That when I come to myself
I yearn to dream again

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