Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: She

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Wednesday, May 9, 2012

She

She had a wild elegance That owed nothing to vanity Or carefully trained conceit And all to an open heart, A free mind and eyes In which the sun would dance. She was rich in her humanity And seemed somehow complete Where I had only a part And with her smile my sun would rise. Sign in to see full entry.

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