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Amorphous
2024-11-11
I don't understand.
From where does your beauty come?
In your opal eyes are violet buds of
touches, lovingly to my breast.
I only feel solitary notes of discord,
when I cannot have you
or admire you, from afar.
I don't understand. Who else compares to you,
to your winter smile,
your furrowed brow?
Why even now,
you see no other woman but me.
COPYRIGHT © Patricia K McCarthy
From where does your beauty come?
In your opal eyes are violet buds of
touches, lovingly to my breast.
I only feel solitary notes of discord,
when I cannot have you
or admire you, from afar.
I don't understand. Who else compares to you,
to your winter smile,
your furrowed brow?
Why even now,
you see no other woman but me.
COPYRIGHT © Patricia K McCarthy
