her eyes

there is one so delicate part, when her lips demand what could only be my heart

growing close upon her hands desire, what lights within eternal fire

moments of passion filled by a kiss, a heart distilled by compassion indeed insists

she walks so gracefully side by side, and loves to see in her my bride

turning gently she catches me, looking with a grin in my eyes she sees

this moment could last forever, in our lovers endeavor

her love is something that cannot be taken, but only given...

for there is nothing of greater value,

than the look in her



eyes, what a condensed block of porridge fora cancor worm to devour.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i am sick of love.

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Nice one, burke. Made me

Nice one, burke. Made me feel... :)

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