Inspired by The Decemberists.
Isn't it a lovely night?
You pretty dove,
This blinding light.
I guess the experts call it love.
And so I gaze your pretty face,
And wonder how
Love's made its case.
I'm the luckiest guy now.
And so I listen to you laugh,
That beautiful noise.
It reminds me that
I hope I'm different from other boys.
And so I go on living this life
And so is my will:
May there come no strife,
As for my true love, you'll fulfill.
A few lines. Of poetry.
- September 16, 2009
- PulkPull
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