Wednesday, 24 December 2014

Her Songs of Love.


The Sun bows 
and kisses her good morning
and at every dusk,
he kisses her good night.

The moon washes over her,
at every twilight, 
with a beam of pure delight.

The wind, teases her hair 
and tries to needle her, 
into a fight.

But deep beneath her skin, 
she's as calm as a breathless midnight.

Deep within her darkest shadows,
there, beats the pulse of her inner light.

Of her wonders I will never tire 
and her majesty will forever inspire.

Her beauty is not only skin deep,
it's a beauty that soothes us to sleep. 





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