Sunday, December 5, 2010

Your magnetism.

When you spoke,
 the light surrounded you, 
ribbons of silver and of gold.
Minutes fell off the clock 
slipping away and fading into smooth floors, 
through open doors.
A pull drew me to you,
your magnetism.
 Two opposite poles.
 Like burning sun and cold rain 
to make green things grow.

"One night of magic rush
The start- a simple touch
One night to push and scream
And then relief
Ten days of perfect tunes
The colors read and blue
We had a promise made
We were in love" Photo source: here

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