You stir a whisper in my heart,
Sighing through the strings,
Playing chords of spanish guitar
And all within me sings
An unsought smile brushing my lips
Paints my face anew.
A master's eye, seeing my face,
Would know I'm loved by you.
With you I am art, beyond the common sphere.
Beauty touches all I see when you are here,
With me.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
When you are here with me
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What a beautiful poem! I really enjoyed it and it expresses feelings so well.
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