(I don't remember why I wrote this one for :S)
A curve on your face
just lives a short life
but it marks bliss
on my pages
and rapture on my soul.
It lessens my aches
My mind holds you
The pose you make –
The artistic spice
That winds up the laws, the codes
And those who scratch the love
Into creed -
They use the ancient proxy
In a time of fussy frauds
Liberty every where
Purity everywhere
Blue moon forgot its way
Not a particle frowns
They have the angels’ browns
In a nutshell I say.
thnks for ur comments
A curve on your face
just lives a short life
but it marks bliss
on my pages
and rapture on my soul.
It lessens my aches
My mind holds you
The pose you make –
The artistic spice
That winds up the laws, the codes
And those who scratch the love
Into creed -
They use the ancient proxy
In a time of fussy frauds
Liberty every where
Purity everywhere
Blue moon forgot its way
Not a particle frowns
They have the angels’ browns
In a nutshell I say.
thnks for ur comments