Saturday, August 14, 2010

You

Your scent like apple,
Your eyes like pearl,

Your hair like gold,
My soul was sold,

Your voice is my melody,
To wake me up from tragedy,

Your skin like silk,
White as milk,

Your touch like breeze,
Touch me,
Let me freeze.

No comments:

Post a Comment

Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.