Tuesday, April 21, 2015

For Raven, on her birthday

Her words can soothe a wounded soul
Her thoughts are deep and dark like coal
Her hair falls thick on shoulders bare
When deep she breathes perfumes the air

When speaks her mind you'd best be brave
She'll couch no words your pride to save
But beauty's never gently gazed
While captures hearts can't help amazed

She's quite unlike you'll ever meet
True luck to spy her on the street
Perhaps a wink she'll throw your way
Before her smile your soul will sway

Long of limb and skillfulled grace
Perfection flirts upon her face
A sight to see for cowered eyes
Those lips, those arms, those splendid thighs

She's captured and she's conquered hearts
But lived a life both fits and starts
She's owned some souls but now her's owned 
She found another she has throned

She's Raven, as you'd never knew
She's Raven, poor there is no clue
She's Raven, all we wish we could
She's Raven, strong and proudly stood 








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