Sunday, June 21, 2009

The freedom in her eyes.

hair as dark as midnight,
skin as pure as snow,
a pretty smile that stretched on forever,
wherever she would go,
the way she laughed so gently,
the soft touch of her hand,
there was magic in every moment,
that could melt down any man.

inspired so much by this lady,
I couldn’t begin to summarize,
but nothing quite as amazing,
as the freedom in her eyes.


the way they craved adventure,
they were always on the go.
they would drift off in her thoughts,
wherever her mind would roam.
enjoying everything surrounding them,
not willing to sit around and just go stale.
watching the entire world around them,
taking in every detail.

not a thing being taken for granted,
that others might pass right by.
not by this amazing lady,
with freedom in her eyes.

hair as dark as midnight,
skin as pure as snow.
a pretty smile that stretched on forever,
wherever she would go.
the way she laughed so gently,
the soft touch of her hand.
there was magic in every moment,
that could melt down any man.

inspired so much by this lady,
I couldn’t begin to summarize,
but nothing quite as amazing,

as the freedom in her eyes.

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