Sometimes I can feel something strange,
Like all in my heart has been changed
By one ripping side, by one charm
Of one cryptic spectacular Man.
His beautiful eyes seem so cold
But they can shine brighter than gold
His side constrained by gloomy ice,
But melt when capture something nice.
His lips seduced so many women
But they can`t take his real feelings.
His smooth neck beckons for a kiss,
He is charming Apollo in wonderful bliss.
His luxury hair is darker than night,
He looks down so proudly, respectable Knight.
Unattainable dream as for men so for women
But what does he wants? The answer not given…
Portrait of a cynic
© Copyright: Наталья Шевелёва, 2012
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The answer was given…
............a men!!!!!
Константин Шаригин-Дудин 29.11.2012 16:15 • Заявить о нарушении
The answer was given…
............a men!!!!!
Константин Шаригин-Дудин 29.11.2012 16:15 • Заявить о нарушении