Poem Of The Week: Steal Her Essense

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Her voice breaks all silence

Enchanted a symphony from the strings of a violin

Exquisite like ether, she floats

Her presence a rush, fragrance from an open door

Her hair long as high, cascading

Black like feathers of a Raven

Eyes glow, luminating her path

Lips a temptation, soft, velvety like petals of a white rose

Her curves, sharp of an Arabian guitar

Her body is an endless story

Slowly I die, each time I close and open my eyes

Wish I was dreaming

For her, I smile for a thousand miles

She is an Art of perfection

Beautiful like the mystery behind time

Wish I could steal her ESSENCE.

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