A poem for my King.....BeautyYour lips, your eyes, your soulAre like a work of art,The most creative thing of allIs your beautiful heart.If you were a painting,No colours could expressThe beauty deep inside you,A rainbow, nothing less.If you were a sculptureThe clay could hardly makeYour figure of an angelWithout one mistake.If you were a euphonyNo choir could really singAll the beautiful musicYour eyes could possibly bring.So here I am, an artist,With inspiration beyond beliefBut to capture such rare beauty,I'd have to be a thief.- Zlata S. Steere -
uuuuuhhhhmmmmm...aaaawwwww...Waking up beside Taylor...omg! I'm not worthy.
to tell you the truth waken up next to anyone i find attractive sounds pretty good..lol..
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A poem for my King.....
Beauty
Your lips, your eyes, your soul
Are like a work of art,
The most creative thing of all
Is your beautiful heart.
If you were a painting,
No colours could express
The beauty deep inside you,
A rainbow, nothing less.
If you were a sculpture
The clay could hardly make
Your figure of an angel
Without one mistake.
If you were a euphony
No choir could really sing
All the beautiful music
Your eyes could possibly bring.
So here I am, an artist,
With inspiration beyond belief
But to capture such rare beauty,
I'd have to be a thief.
- Zlata S. Steere -
uuuuuhhhhmmmmm...
aaaawwwww...
Waking up beside Taylor...
omg! I'm not worthy.
to tell you the truth waken up next to anyone i find attractive sounds pretty good..lol..
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