Walking gracefylly like a deer,
Her legs have entranced me
Her eyes have overpowered me;
Her inner strength, her beauty
Have me bursting inside.
This is more than a craving;
her independence has captured my heart.
Be still my heart,
Be still; or, I might lose all my will
I ask myself, "Can this be it? Or is it an
affect of a course, a leftover buzz, from the Spring of my Life?"
~gksLabels: beauty, heart, life, Poetry, spring
Posted at 9:05 AM
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