She had fingers that were slim, a mouth that was wide. With a smile that conjured life itself to come alive.
She had a neck that was long, shoulders that were small. Her voice was the song that a nightingale would call.
Hair as black as night in its shadowiest dark, her personality radiated as a firestorm would spark.
Eyes that were wide, the colour of green. The most beautiful face a man could have ever seen.
A body so divine that the Gods smiled on. Their light from Heaven on her continuously shone.
The poise of a Goddess, an elegance so supreme. Making the silence in which I was immersed, shout out in a scream.
Ah, but to know! Now that would be a prize. Is that all that stands before me, or is there a hidden surprise?
if time could stand still and in a dream we remain then nothing we know now would ever be the same.
Each day is lived one day at a time, but we live so many different days all inside our mind.
The mind is an energy set apart on its own. Time doesn’t exist there. Time has no home!
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