This evening,
When life has
By You, Goddess
Become a paint of Love,
Let me paint
Your eyes,
Kohl lined,
As if sharp,
Knifing me
To rise,
To see
All the lights
Bathing down
There
In your deep,
Your Eyes,
Kohl lined sharp
Knifing me...
And me swears
me would bathe
There
In your kohl lined
Eyes...
Deep
Holding me
And all the lights
Bathing down there...
This evening...
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Let me paint your eyes,
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