Thursday, January 22, 2009

A bite on my neck

A go is gone.
but with sweet love last long,
a sweeter bitter that wears ever more...
such as a beauty song...
that will remind tender ear...
ring louder then timid fear.
A adieu to you
but chances for me to woo
will linger longer then fairest of sunsets
swindle the smells potent roses that yet to rise
but with these eyes I do cherish the best.

1 comment:

Meg said...

I think this is gorgeous. I really do. You are such a hopeless romantic.