To The Fairest
When have I ever written to you?
A novel, once, you never saw it.
When have I ever spoken to you?
Never really, I have always hidden it.
Yet, you are there, and I look on you,
Far too frequently,
Yet, you are there, and I see you,
Not at all.
Wind your fingers in my hair,
Wrap your arms around my waist,
Lets dance a little,
Tonight.
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bodybag_pilgrim said,
24 February, 2007 at 17:11
This reminds me of Auden. I don’t quite know why, but it does.
luvlymish said,
25 February, 2007 at 02:26
Oh wow. Really? Oh wow. Cool. Thankyou!