To whom shall I compare thee?
Or to which of nature's beauties liken you?
To me fair maiden thou art a sunflower
One whose beauty the world seeks to devour
Thy smile is as the moon on gleaming waters
And your innocence doubtless as the sunrise
Beauty exceeding the lights of northern skies
In your bosom I lay and in it take delight
Thy lips o maiden are as soft as silk
And your touch as calming as still waters
Tonight we shall sit outside but not star gaze...
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These stars shall look upon thee for thou art brighter than them all
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Hypnosis: Vol I
PoetryA Collection of Poems ********************************************* Love may be a facade. Love may be deceptive. Even now in this state I write of love, I myself may not be in consciousnesses.
