Wednesday, December 23, 2009

c'est la vie, ma cherie

Her skin is as soft
As newly-blown glass.
Her touch,
However light,
Makes my hand ignite,
And sets my heart ablaze.

There's love on her lips;
A love so sweet that
All the forces of this Earth
Could not stop me from
Chasing that dream.

If the world ends tonight,
Goes to darkness from light,
I wish to hold you once more;
Two souls breathing as one,
As we sail into the sun.

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