Plumeria
A sweet scent lingers upon a Summer\'s breeze,
Drifting softly through the trees.
As I gaze out across the endless seas,
Around my heart, entwine the leaves.
This wondrous song carries across the rift,
As upon my chest, lies Arwen\'s gift.
By this pure light and by silver, my heart beats swift,
As up to the sparkling stars it does me lift.
Words upon tracing paper, so deeply felt,
With such tender power, hunger and wonder are dealt.
Such things as are likely to make to me melt,
For this is truly, how love is spelt.














Devious Comments
Comments
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take it as it comes
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If I could put them in a jar
I know they wouldn't scar
I'd do it if I could
I hope you know I would
Good job
Goodbye...
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It figures
Julie~
The sceme is nice- you have such a good natural flow that i hardly noticed it.
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"You are a treasure I don't want to lose."
i can smell the plumeria ... i can see the trees and feel the breeze
and there you are ... *smiles*
i like it...the wolf ish still kyoot and wondrful...
i feel like his rite now...
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