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Anna Wilson Poem
Her laugh is so melodious, a siren song, crashing ships and stealing hearts.
She's stolen my heart.
Yet you can't steal something that's already yours.
Her body is a mystery, one for the history books.
Her lips, so pink and kissable, taunt me like a schoolboy.
She is a goddess,
a true Aphrodite,
a creature of immense and unexplainable beauty.
Yet beautiful is an insult.
She is not beautiful.
She is a work of art, a true Picasso.
In her eyes, I see infinity.
I see stars.
I see the Devil himself.
What I do not see, is her.
She wears a mask.
She hides herself from others like a frightened puppy in a thunderstorm.
And yet, she could not be any more perfect.
Perfect.
You look up the word perfect in the dictionary, and you will see her face.
Perfect.
Perfect dark brown curls, curls darker than my soul.
Perfect.
Perfect smile, a smile so killer it deserves twenty-five to life in the local prison.
Perfect.
When I see her, I'm a deer caught in headlights.
I'm frozen, turned to ice, turned to stone.
Her beauty could stun Medusa.
When she smiles at me, I see Heaven.
I talk with God like he's an old friend.
And when she says my name, I melt like the wicked witch,
and fall deeper...and deeper...and deeper...
Copyright © Anna Wilson | Year Posted 2014
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Anna Wilson Poem
Oh little Eleanor just turned one, two, three
She has curls that flow down her back and eyes bright as can be
My little Eleanor plays outside all day
Lives in a tiny house, but says that it's okay
Sweet little Eleanor, full of love and light
With only a tiny blanket to keep her warm at night
My darling Eleanor, life isn't what it seems
She's got a big ol' heart and a head that's full of dreams
Keep workin' Eleanor and maybe there's a way
Keep workin' Eleanor, you could make it big one day
Oh little Eleanor just turned eighteen
Still as happy as she was when she was one, two, three
Oh precious Eleanor, your life has just begun
There's time for work and time for fun
My beloved Eleanor just bought her first guitar
She wants to be a singer and become a worldwide star
My darling Eleanor, life isn't what it seems
She's got a big ol' heart and a head that's full of dreams
Keep workin' Eleanor and maybe there's a way
Keep workin' Eleanor, you could make it big one day
Oh little Eleanor just turned twenty-three
Not as happy as she was when she was one, two, three
My loving Eleanor plays in bars all night
Her eyes are big and blue, but they're just not as bright
My cherished Eleanor writes her songs all day
She clasps her hands together and prays she'll be okay
My darling Eleanor, life isn't what it seems
She's got a big ol' heart and a head that's full of dreams
Keep workin' Eleanor and maybe there's a way
Keep workin' Eleanor, you could make it big one day
Oh little Eleanor just turned thirty-three
She's happier than she was when she was one, two, three
My little Eleanor plays sold out shows
She's got millions of dollars to blow
Sweet little Eleanor made her momma proud
Bought her a big ol' house that touches the clouds
My darling Eleanor, life is what it seems
She's got a big ol' heart and she's livin' her dreams
You worked hard, Eleanor and there was a way
You worked hard, Eleanor, I told you you'd make it big one day
Copyright © Anna Wilson | Year Posted 2015
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Anna Wilson Poem
Woodsy eyes of brown
Skin the color of caramel
hair as dark as night
teeth as bright as your future
I wish for you to be in mine
You're in every song I listen to, every thought in my mind, every voice in my head leads me to you
You are in every breath I breathe
I wonder how my name tastes on your lips
My love for you is as sure as the sun
as bright as the moon and stars
I want to spend my nights with you in my head
my mornings with you in my bed
Copyright © Anna Wilson | Year Posted 2014
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Anna Wilson Poem
Skin as golden as the sun.
Her eyes are two black holes,
pulling me in and wearing me out.
The touch of her fingertips is light as air.
I run my fingers through her dark brown ringlets as she runs through my mind.
When I am with her, I am nothing.
And yet, I am everything.
I am free as a bird.
I am confident, I am special.
She makes me feel like I belong.
She makes me forget that Loneliness is my best friend.
When I am with her, I am home.
She is my destination.
When I am without her, I click my ruby reds.
There's no place like home,
There's no place like home,
There's no place like home...
Copyright © Anna Wilson | Year Posted 2014
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