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your beuty has,

touched my heart.

your love

my soul



music were those

do rustle your hair



tinges of your blush

colored my dreams



fragrence of your presence

scents the air



to deep to be your mortal flesh

i could never prove my love



For now, lacks of better words

these must do, i love you

seek not my heart

kind breeze

you shall not mind it

in those trees



tiss scatered cross

moonlit skies

accompined with

my heart-felt sighs



tiss drifting on

gentle rains

a symbol of

my silent pain



tiss buried neath

medow's fair

a symbol of

my silent pain



tiss lost amung

stary nights

to far to hear

my quit fright



gentle winds,

seek not my heart

for simply

it's been torn apart

oh gentle winds,

neath moon-lit skies,

don't you hear

my heart felt cries



below the branches

here about

haven't you sensed

my fear and dought



side glisening rivers

sparkling streams

don't you hear

my woefull screams



upon the medows

touched with dew

don't you see

my hearts askew



neath a thousand

twinkling stars

don't you feel

my jagged scars

By the hand of a god,

my heart was taken,

lifted on wings of light.

By the same hand,

my heart was broken,

striped of it light wings,

to never more exsperiance,

the bliss of flight