Post by justanoberserver67 on Feb 16, 2012 21:15:53 GMT -5
Callous the mind, sweet the touch.
The hungry beggar, that sleeps too much.
What is he to you, for your eyes lie.
Beauty of standards, too high.
If love, loves the blind,
Then to whose sight; can truly be divine?
Conceded the mind, of whose truly blind,
love escapes them, as well as its time.
The turn of the head, the twitch of the mouth.
Lips moisten, as the tongue stretches.
To persuade one's mind, i had set out.
To give her love, even when she doubts.
Though in the end, only my name she shouts,
The fallen goddess, looks in disbelief.
The love she sought, felt indifferently.
Pained the soul of her weary mind.
She starts to think, of once a upon a time.
Of when she met, a hungry beggar,
Of whose memory, rained all the more wetter.
The night missed, oh so long ago.
The fabled kiss, that evaded her so.
She lives in regret, of love's deceit.
For the love, of a hungry beggar, she could not keep.
The hungry beggar, that sleeps too much.
What is he to you, for your eyes lie.
Beauty of standards, too high.
If love, loves the blind,
Then to whose sight; can truly be divine?
Conceded the mind, of whose truly blind,
love escapes them, as well as its time.
The turn of the head, the twitch of the mouth.
Lips moisten, as the tongue stretches.
To persuade one's mind, i had set out.
To give her love, even when she doubts.
Though in the end, only my name she shouts,
The fallen goddess, looks in disbelief.
The love she sought, felt indifferently.
Pained the soul of her weary mind.
She starts to think, of once a upon a time.
Of when she met, a hungry beggar,
Of whose memory, rained all the more wetter.
The night missed, oh so long ago.
The fabled kiss, that evaded her so.
She lives in regret, of love's deceit.
For the love, of a hungry beggar, she could not keep.