A Muse Meant...
Writing, poetry, etc.
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
First Four
It has been said mine eyes are stoutest dark,
Like amber but more rich and flecked with gold.
I say they are yet empty, stranger, hark:
Thine beauty they are waiting to behold.
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