She Stole My Heart.
She stood alone in midday sunA vision to be seen
As black as oil on waters deep
My heart she stole in one
Her eyes as deep as liquid pools
With lashes long and fine
She moved with grace towards me
With movements sweet as wine
I knew if I just touched her
My heart would surely sieze
I know that she could break me
And bring me to my knees
But nothing gambled nothing lost
The colours silk around her waist
I would give every thing I own
If she would win the gold cup race.
Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2006-01-17 at 01:02
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