Via Humanitas
Allow me to wax rhapsodic,she's coming on hypnotic.
My eyes never stray
from her hips
and the sways,
and the temptation
which makes me pray.
Blessings all my days
and never a care
nor the shadows that
were there.
The Muse and heir
to my heart, thus
we never part
and the day without it's sun
or night without the moon
and I watch drunk Angels swoon.
To the music and it's tune
and bewitches with her voice,
silence lay where eternity lay
as the world melts away
of her ghost, I covet most
of her words that flow unwritten
and all my love unhidden.
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