In some castle bright the king laughs and his heart is glad his garden, great is filled with beautiful blossoms all his heart could ever wish or dream what image doth springs soft sunlight reflect whose soft full swells so perfect taper and fall whose gentle crested slope becomes a sweet face perfect in every sense, grace and shape whose form in each and every contour the sculptor hands strive to capture his heart fired from the first glimpse now would strive to capture that beauty still there and more... nay but worship and adore.... In the high places of the shining Camelot some full days long and bright offer what image is seen in sunmmers more than bright glare whose swells full and complete still offer flow and soft kisses whose soft tender cheeks become a lovers tasted flesh dear and sweet how many times now have hands stroked in imaginations studios the swells and rounded graces to recapture that beauty still there and more nay but worship and adore In the warm rooms behind heavy tapestry and lover beds what image canst falls so hues speak whose swells full and complete yet offer beauty...yes and something more springs eyes smiled, summers laughed now there is still beauty and yet something more how many times have brushes dabbed to put there again springs smile, but still there is something more nay but worship and adore Ask not what image winter dimming and darked sol will show whose swells less full and yet complete speak still again beauty and aged grace... and yes something more springs eyes smiled, summers laughed and falls muse soft still beauty resides there and still something more how many times have words failed to carry again summer laughs, but still there is something more nay but worship and adore copyright © 1998 By Sean return to home page Email: lowethor@aol.com
In some castle bright the king laughs and his heart is glad his garden, great is filled with beautiful blossoms all his heart could ever wish or dream what image doth springs soft sunlight reflect whose soft full swells so perfect taper and fall whose gentle crested slope becomes a sweet face perfect in every sense, grace and shape whose form in each and every contour the sculptor hands strive to capture his heart fired from the first glimpse now would strive to capture that beauty still there and more... nay but worship and adore....
In the high places of the shining Camelot some full days long and bright offer what image is seen in sunmmers more than bright glare whose swells full and complete still offer flow and soft kisses whose soft tender cheeks become a lovers tasted flesh dear and sweet how many times now have hands stroked in imaginations studios the swells and rounded graces to recapture that beauty still there and more nay but worship and adore
In the warm rooms behind heavy tapestry and lover beds what image canst falls so hues speak whose swells full and complete yet offer beauty...yes and something more springs eyes smiled, summers laughed now there is still beauty and yet something more how many times have brushes dabbed to put there again springs smile, but still there is something more nay but worship and adore
Ask not what image winter dimming and darked sol will show whose swells less full and yet complete speak still again beauty and aged grace... and yes something more springs eyes smiled, summers laughed and falls muse soft still beauty resides there and still something more how many times have words failed to carry again summer laughs, but still there is something more nay but worship and adore
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