what is a song if not sung
what is a bell if not rung
and so our hearts we use so well
pull us ever down to hell
not hell of old, but hell on earth
where the dead and dying are sent to live
yet all is not lost ..
behold the hair so wild and free
rippling high and long in front of me
the limbs so slender, bronzed and bruised
but what are these if not signs of things well used
the eyes grown pale with wisdom kept
from knowledge garnered while other slept
behold my man this woman fair
and not just behold, but understand
for who cannot see beyond the hair
will be forever strange to her warm hand
and so i say ..
a song is for me to sing
and a bell is for her to ring (:
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A few older pieces are over on DeviantArt, this is just a new one I put there instead of here.
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