Lonesome Passions
As I sit, lonesome,
I ponder her lovely,
Delicate face, and smile.
I smile, Overwhelmed.
I'm now sure.
She's the ONE.
Lonesome, I daydream
Of her pure smile.
Her lips, glamorous.
As I sit, lonesome,
I ponder her lovely,
Delicate face, and smile.
I smile, Overwhelmed.
I'm now sure.
She's the ONE.
Lonesome, I daydream
Of her pure smile.
Her lips, glamorous.
Her hair, utopian.
Oh, and her nose!
Oh, and her nose!
And that little freckle,
Garnishing her neck.
I think, suddenly,
Of wild passions.
I think of her kiss.
I contemplate her laughs,
I drown in longing
And thirst for her.
All because I know...
She's the one!
Adonis
{kwoo§hie}* said...
adonis is the one?????
heh.. no.. nice man.