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THIS GIRL 

The Evenings were lonely for me just reading my books as usual,

Twisting and untwisting;tangled up within myself,

Sitting alone thinking of strange things,

My room flooded with moonlight,

profoundly still the twighligt air, 
Then came her whose face glowed bright like the candle light, 

To whom the poets labour all their days,

To build a perfect beauty in rhyme

for, 

But are overthrown by her gaze;that sends them into hypnosis,
Our closeness seems to grow and grow, 

When I sail troubled waters; she is my ship, 

When I stand; she is firmness beneath my feet, 

When am unhappy; shes my circus clown,

When I take Ill; she’s my soothing balm, 
This girl that I got to know of; gorgeous inside out, 

As a poet should I write all words on paper,

To show how wonderful a girl you are,

Or how an angel disguised as a person looks like, 
-Weezard 

Tell me?

TÉLL ME?

What I’ll have to do?What I’ll have to change?

Must I swim the ocean floor for you, 

Or perhaps climb the highest cliff for you, 

Maybe walk on burning coal for you, 

As if  not enough, crawl on broken glass for you, 
To slip you in to my arms and make you mine, 

To pull you close to my chest and feel your body shiver,

To hear you heart jumping off your chest,

To linger in the secluded comfort of your love,
To see you sway your hips like roses in the wind,

To place my hands on your perfectly curved hips, 

To feel the touch of your fingers;ten angel pianist,heavenly gifted,

To run my hands through your perfumed hair, 
To look into your eyes that trapped me in fleeting notions, 

To hold your bottled neck over your soft shoulder,

To wrap you in my my passion and expose your every need,

To press my steamy lips onto yours; every secret freed,