Gray

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You and I

An unseen sigh

A slender hand upon my thigh

In the dark beyond your eye

Despite the dark you seem to spy

That on your love I'm flying high.

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Gold

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Your pitch black hair, backdrop to my light

The soft not harsh upon my sight

Like the loving caress of a summer night

You take away my will to fight

So I do only what I see is right

So love you forever I just might.

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Mingle

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With your lips upon my own

Saying my name in a satin tone

You're the truest love I've ever known

And with your actions your love is shown.


Hey look, a poem.

I took the meaning of the word "spy" as in "to see/spot"... I hope it suffices.

But hey, at least I got 'em all done this year!

Love you all, hope you enjoyed this!

Cheers!