A work in progress  

bedroomice2003 44M
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12/1/2005 3:04 pm

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7/10/2006 11:29 pm

A work in progress

I was an artist before I met you
But all my great works were stilted lines beneath you.
Marble, alabaster and quartz were only rocks,
Unpolished and without form aside the lining of your skin.

I was once a poet
But not even the Bard himself could encapsulate your beauty.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines, but I cannot conceive
A single word to describe the rose garden of your lips.

I was a sailor on a great ocean
But found myself adrift in the deep pools of your eyes.
A starless night without a ship, without a compass
Only the memory of your loveliness to guide me home.

Your smile makes me an amateur.

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