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Upon waking, thoughts of her descend
The beauty I crave is often at arm's length
When her beauty comes across,
I think of what I could lose
and all that I've lost
I've laid the flowers at her feet
With this gift she is disenchanted
so again, the king of hearts hides up my sleeve
The beauty I crave is often at arm's length
When her beauty comes across,
I think of what I could lose
and all that I've lost
I've laid the flowers at her feet
With this gift she is disenchanted
so again, the king of hearts hides up my sleeve
© 2012 Matthew M. Danielson
from Chapter 13: In The Cooler
from Chapter 13: In The Cooler
© 2012 - 2024 MMDanielson
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Beautiful!!