Wednesday, 26 August 2009

For Beatrice

I know you are perfect
Yet I know you not.
These moments
Meant so much to me,
These useless fleeting moments.
Behind your eyes
I cannot meet you
But in my mind
I can see you
Whispering softly
And smiling gladly
And I wish
I could be
How I think
You are
When
Love
meets
your
eye.

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