Groomed hands


Free flowing violins vie high
Neither a note marred it's beauty
Silence served poems of kisses
The sun wore crimson

Eagerness kidnapped my heart
Eyes twinkled to pin the twilight
Breeze hugged om lower lip
Hair danced out of joy

Reaches my lover to spread
Hues to my memories. Here's he,
My Lover ; my Failures in a chariot
Pulled on by innocence and hope

You my guy, not actually
The one after you my groom;
My victories...
Failure...you're my ex

To whom should I serve my
Coffee which tastes my life?
Sweetener my life while
Victory decors the groom part.

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