Man of Flesh

She has hair as black as sin
As far as I remember
Her eyes are pools I might drown in
As dark as deep December.

Deep December chills the heart
Tears the body from the soul
But her smile bids the cold depart
Like the sunshine melts the snow.

Like the sunshine melts the snow
Her warm smile unsettles me
Away like meltwater I flow
Man of flesh no more to be.

A man of flesh no more to be
Unless her cup recapture me.

poem by Gil TeeReport problemRelated quotes
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