Thou art the epitome of light,
Those sweetest beams,
That sparkle in your hair,
And glisten in your eyes…
They burn my night….
They find their way,
Into my soul,
The darkest corners they posess,
Tonight, the hunter is the prey,
Of thine caress….
Thine smile, so amiably fair
It steals my breath at once
The turquise radiance of thine stare
With a touch of arrogance…
It gets me trapped, undone, distraught
Biting my lips, not to cry out loud
I'm tempted by the single thought
Of seeing you…among the crowd.
Thou art...
© Copyright: Янош Фальк, 2005
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