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February 17, 2008

_Christ in_

Clear blue sky
The look through her eyes,
The world is in whisper
Her smile makes it bright,

She makes me her gesture
Her blight is obliged,
The charm and karizma
Which glows out inside,

The words are so slender
Simple, Serene and Splendor,
Makes you her guardian
An angel her mentor,

For when she does smile
Through those deep hue eyes,
The world speaks out loud
Mesmerizing her pride.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

By the road a lady fair,
twirling locks of golden hair.

Every glance seems anew,
of her eyes of vivid blue.

Upon a silver palanquin
An angel whispers her name, Chris...