Disclaimer;; No, I don't own POTO. You should know that by now :-P
Touching your hand
was like touching grace.
The grace of a fine lady
mixed with the wispy trails
of lily-of-the-valley perfume
captured by the wind.
You have now the air
of a faded diamond.
Beauty and innocence long forgotten
as your pure heart takes its toll.
Now you possess a jaded grace,
a long-forgotten opulence
that encircles you as you struggle
to live on each day
with memories of the past
shining in your opalescent tears,
bleaching your fair skin of it's rosy coloring
and ravaging your innocent beauty.
Touching you is like touching grace.
Old perfume,
dusty rose petal grace.
But,
my dear wife,
grace all the same.
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A/N:Wow.How odd.Please review.
Touching your hand
was like touching grace.
The grace of a fine lady
mixed with the wispy trails
of lily-of-the-valley perfume
captured by the wind.
You have now the air
of a faded diamond.
Beauty and innocence long forgotten
as your pure heart takes its toll.
Now you possess a jaded grace,
a long-forgotten opulence
that encircles you as you struggle
to live on each day
with memories of the past
shining in your opalescent tears,
bleaching your fair skin of it's rosy coloring
and ravaging your innocent beauty.
Touching you is like touching grace.
Old perfume,
dusty rose petal grace.
But,
my dear wife,
grace all the same.
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A/N:Wow.How odd.Please review.