Tuesday, February 26, 2013

The Courtship of Emily Rose

Sultry legs, kind, soft hands, and even your nose
Are all built along the most golden ratios,
Though your hair is black, streaming as Zephrus blows,
and peering through the deepest blue of your stained-glass eye-windows

Is an occupant I want absolutely nothing more to do with.

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