Cold winds blow upon the peaks of the East
Pride circles the streets and culture blades the grass
Steady tip-towing is a prodigy with blisters,
Wash it in, dry it out, like this woman I tell this story about
It was my first time aiding the fun playing
Whits inflict the instinct to spiritually exude
Links formed and chains sowed
Laughter became our character and an essence began to breed
This flair she sparked to yield
The roots formed afield
A journey after the blood drain of blood to the surface
Would I be worthless or could the seed take feed
To her warm-hearted rays that would set my psyche ablaze
One word extinguished the flames no I didn’t get his name
But I stay at bay and out her way but the pain can’t sear a streak
Fear is reek and love is aroma
Her memories a dream and appearance is trauma
I wish her life’s true happiness
To help and to care when no one else is there
The woman who captures with emerald pair
A man with a heart in constant repair
15/12/12
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