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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Beyond the skills of escorts and the appeal of other playthings, smolders the need of the soul infused to best every man. Twelve years have taken the scars out of the memories, from the last time I was up and through just to come down and out to find every fairy tale extends it’s hand to some tragedy. The odds don’t warrant the time of practical effort. Too keen to the liabilities, always calculating ends. It is not the demands of over or having to start something new rather, better to remain alone than to be let down again. But now I see you, and it makes me pause so still, with the whisper -- Are you sure? Falls into a deafening singularity forbidding even a scream, it’s escape. I sit and can only see the touch of Heaven reaching across the Caribbean to color your face. As your smile holds the songs of every dawn’s temptress, under the soft disposition of your eyes rests a divine spirit’s symmetry, smoothing features while lensing each strand the perfect frame. That once moved a favored King to murder a man, only to bring the sword into his own house. Enabled an army to take a strong city with just one horse. And enslaved the envy of Venus to sharpen leaden arrows, but fury slipped her hands and bled her wrists out. Blood clotted on the cold muck of her grave, a suffocating cocoon. Immersed the viewer becomes, and timeless the window of the heart that is God’s craft, denying the deceiver’s forgery of any singed carnality. As if proximity has been given within the mist of your perfume, in just this one picture of your face.
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