Yes, I

Yes, I know,
And know full well.
This feathered pen, could,
Could kiss and tell.
I would rather,
Draw the ink,
deeply holding,
All I think.
Pulling out
The distant lines,
The color of
Your depth and wise.
Scratched and drawn,
Tender brushed,
Between the fingers
Raised to hush,
Our beating hearts,
Pained by lies,
Transforming into
Love, kissed sighs.
The blue, our passion.
Flamed, smoked glass,
Shards revealing
Broken past.
Placed together,
Fitted, lasting,
Differing the
Eyes so masking.
Yes, I know.
You know as well,
That I love,
My heart to tell.

Raine Les 5/03/2008

very nice Sharris.. a little sad..but nice.. you ok girl..

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