the cups of pink wine
mingling with the morning sun
the bees throng the cups
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she is loud and stubborn as a cow
her eyes leaves thee aimless.
piercing through your head with her lazy nails.
Her lips covers in red pink wine.. preparing her rose bed with charming perfect perfumes that strikes the skin of your heart.
her voice stands on the top of the eagle which is seen on the hills and brings down blinding lights.
her wails pretends care but lies doom and wickedness.
pride her workman tool
arrogance her partners delight.
which is a tiny diaper
she lays in the beams of her deceitful chambers as her dark blonde hair waves to the wings of the breeze that flows through Jordan, into the Bahamas and down to the bank.
she lives in grey garment of bees.
Beautiful bronze eyes
gazing into me
My heart is open wide
for only you to see
Your laughter is like music
and your smile the sunshine
Your kisses are sweeter
than any pink wine
I’ve never been so close
to anyone ever before
five minutes after I leave
I miss you even more
I long to be with you
for the rest of my life
My biggest dream
is becoming your wife
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