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Letters Her script was like the finest work of art Like Angelo her pens were finely moved For once they tried to take a loving start Within my heart were dreams you ‘ever soothed Now words and letters paint my happy mind With Pablo added you are color true The sanctimony abstract things to find I see the blonde I see the eyes of blue Your slender body Mick alone had built The fingers of an angel gently sweep As thorns of wire ‘round my heart now wilt With love a blossom evermore to keep Be ours within the mirrors of our lives When all the colored dreams do turn their lies ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** poetry, the ultimate hobby |