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!
