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Edited by
kc0003
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Fri 10/31/08 11:10 PM
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most people probably didn’t notice
but, i did the way her hair outlines her face the way it brushes so lightly across her cheek when she turns it’s a prelude to the tenderness of her soul a glimpse into a delicate world where she is known and i am but, a stranger a loyal subject from afar never to presume her interest or favor i am caught between distance and reserve, recognition and an invisible fire that burns in me with great promise oh yes, they see her pretty but, fail to see her not me no, i see her and i feel her down to the marrow i felt time stop when she entered the room it delivered to me a moment of clarity i shall not soon forget she is a princess and would be queen and i am not of her caste the animation in those eyes the way her dimples and tiny laugh lines frame that most beautiful most imperfect smile imperfect for the entire world to see though so few do no one noticed the way our eye’s met like flint to stone a spark settling on my soul smoldering being kept alive by the sweet memory of the breeze of her passing that she should come to me in the latest of night and lay with me the kindling of love we roar with a heat of passion i have never know and i pledge my lips silent by the light of day yet with each new dusk not knowing boundaries of fence or field a single ember floats to loves call untouched kc08 |
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That was way good.
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That was way good. awwwww thank you 
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Edited by
MsWizard
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Fri 10/31/08 11:16 PM
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most people probably didn’t notice but, i did the way her hair outlines her face the way it brushes so lightly across her cheek when she turns it’s a prelude to the tenderness of her soul a glimpse into a delicate world where she is known and i am but, a stranger a loyal subject from afar never to presume her interest or favor i am caught between distance and reserve, recognition and an invisible fire that burns in me with great promise oh yes, they see her pretty but, fail to see her not me no, i see her and i feel her down to the marrow i felt time stop when she entered the room it delivered to me a moment of clarity i shall not soon forget she is a princess and would be queen and i am not of her caste the animation in those eyes the way her dimples and tiny laugh lines frame that most beautiful most imperfect smile imperfect for the entire world to see though so few do no one noticed the way our eye’s met like flint to stone a spark settling on my soul smoldering being kept alive by the sweet memory of the breeze of her passing that she should come to me in the latest of night and lay with me the kindling of love we roar with a heat of passion i have never know and i pledge my lips silent by the light of day yet with each new dusk not knowing boundaries of fence or field a single ember floats to loves call untouched kc08 Beautiful. How many women would yearn to be seen this way? Gorgeous. 
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Kc, you're gonna have em fallin for ya with write like this my friend. Beautiful and endearing.
 
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most people probably didn’t notice but, i did the way her hair outlines her face the way it brushes so lightly across her cheek when she turns it’s a prelude to the tenderness of her soul a glimpse into a delicate world where she is known and i am but, a stranger a loyal subject from afar never to presume her interest or favor i am caught between distance and reserve, recognition and an invisible fire that burns in me with great promise oh yes, they see her pretty but, fail to see her not me no, i see her and i feel her down to the marrow i felt time stop when she entered the room it delivered to me a moment of clarity i shall not soon forget she is a princess and would be queen and i am not of her caste the animation in those eyes the way her dimples and tiny laugh lines frame that most beautiful most imperfect smile imperfect for the entire world to see though so few do no one noticed the way our eye’s met like flint to stone a spark settling on my soul smoldering being kept alive by the sweet memory of the breeze of her passing that she should come to me in the latest of night and lay with me the kindling of love we roar with a heat of passion i have never know and i pledge my lips silent by the light of day yet with each new dusk not knowing boundaries of fence or field a single ember floats to loves call untouched kc08 Beautiful. How many women would yearn to be seen this way? Gorgeous.
all women are seen this way by somone... thank you very much
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Kc, you're gonna have em fallin for ya with write like this my friend. Beautiful and endearing.
oh my brother...if it were only that easy...
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Oh you are good.
(smolder huh? I thought so) lol S. |
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Dude you are killing me here ... good ... SERIOUSLY GOOD!!!!
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a most awesome description of true emotion, infatuation and out and out desire that any woman would wish to hear from her man. Very impressive kc
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Oh you are good. (smolder huh? I thought so) lol S. i am learning stef... ha! there is no need to extiguish just yet... 
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Heres to the man who can speak from his soul.
May it always stay filled with your warmth so full. Nice write man.
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Dude you are killing me here ... good ... SERIOUSLY GOOD!!!!
i've always been told kill'em with kindness so, i guess it works? seriously, seriously thank you
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<------tips his hat
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most people probably didn’t notice but, i did the way her hair outlines her face the way it brushes so lightly across her cheek when she turns it’s a prelude to the tenderness of her soul a glimpse into a delicate world where she is known and i am but, a stranger a loyal subject from afar never to presume her interest or favor i am caught between distance and reserve, recognition and an invisible fire that burns in me with great promise oh yes, they see her pretty but, fail to see her not me no, i see her and i feel her down to the marrow i felt time stop when she entered the room it delivered to me a moment of clarity i shall not soon forget she is a princess and would be queen and i am not of her caste the animation in those eyes the way her dimples and tiny laugh lines frame that most beautiful most imperfect smile imperfect for the entire world to see though so few do no one noticed the way our eye’s met like flint to stone a spark settling on my soul smoldering being kept alive by the sweet memory of the breeze of her passing that she should come to me in the latest of night and lay with me the kindling of love we roar with a heat of passion i have never know and i pledge my lips silent by the light of day yet with each new dusk not knowing boundaries of fence or field a single ember floats to loves call untouched kc08 Beautiful. How many women would yearn to be seen this way? Gorgeous.
all women are seen this way by somone... thank you very much
Darlin' if ALL women were seen this way by someone, we wouldnt be here would we? But this is certainly the way to rejuvunate hope that some day we WILL be seen by someone this way
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most people probably didn’t notice but, i did the way her hair outlines her face the way it brushes so lightly across her cheek when she turns it’s a prelude to the tenderness of her soul a glimpse into a delicate world where she is known and i am but, a stranger a loyal subject from afar never to presume her interest or favor i am caught between distance and reserve, recognition and an invisible fire that burns in me with great promise oh yes, they see her pretty but, fail to see her not me no, i see her and i feel her down to the marrow i felt time stop when she entered the room it delivered to me a moment of clarity i shall not soon forget she is a princess and would be queen and i am not of her caste the animation in those eyes the way her dimples and tiny laugh lines frame that most beautiful most imperfect smile imperfect for the entire world to see though so few do no one noticed the way our eye’s met like flint to stone a spark settling on my soul smoldering being kept alive by the sweet memory of the breeze of her passing that she should come to me in the latest of night and lay with me the kindling of love we roar with a heat of passion i have never know and i pledge my lips silent by the light of day yet with each new dusk not knowing boundaries of fence or field a single ember floats to loves call untouched kc08 Beautiful. How many women would yearn to be seen this way? Gorgeous.
all women are seen this way by somone... thank you very much
Darlin' if ALL women were seen this way by someone, we wouldnt be here would we? But this is certainly the way to rejuvunate hope that some day we WILL be seen by someone this way
you may have a point but, you have to know also that as men we are taught not to express our selves like this (it's not very manly)so even if you are thought of this way you may never be told...strange, the one thing women want so much of we (men) are looked down upon for doing... |
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most people probably didn’t notice but, i did the way her hair outlines her face the way it brushes so lightly across her cheek when she turns it’s a prelude to the tenderness of her soul a glimpse into a delicate world where she is known and i am but, a stranger a loyal subject from afar never to presume her interest or favor i am caught between distance and reserve, recognition and an invisible fire that burns in me with great promise oh yes, they see her pretty but, fail to see her not me no, i see her and i feel her down to the marrow i felt time stop when she entered the room it delivered to me a moment of clarity i shall not soon forget she is a princess and would be queen and i am not of her caste the animation in those eyes the way her dimples and tiny laugh lines frame that most beautiful most imperfect smile imperfect for the entire world to see though so few do no one noticed the way our eye’s met like flint to stone a spark settling on my soul smoldering being kept alive by the sweet memory of the breeze of her passing that she should come to me in the latest of night and lay with me the kindling of love we roar with a heat of passion i have never know and i pledge my lips silent by the light of day yet with each new dusk not knowing boundaries of fence or field a single ember floats to loves call untouched kc08 Beautiful. How many women would yearn to be seen this way? Gorgeous.
all women are seen this way by somone... thank you very much
Darlin' if ALL women were seen this way by someone, we wouldnt be here would we? But this is certainly the way to rejuvunate hope that some day we WILL be seen by someone this way
you may have a point but, you have to know also that as men we are taught not to express our selves like this (it's not very manly)so even if you are thought of this way you may never be told...strange, the one thing women want so much of we (men) are looked down upon for doing... You're absolutely right and it's unfortunate. Personally a man who CAN express himself is the one I would rather be spending time with far more than spending time with Mr. Macho. A masculine body and outlooks is a joy obviously, but it's only amplified and enhanced by an open spirit and heart. |
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WoW!!! is a mild understatement,,,
Your Soul shines as the brush flows upon your canvas,, such purity and true emotion filling these pages,, Beautiful, Breathtaking, Kinda leaves you with that Awwwwwwwwwwww all over feeling
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WoW!!! is a mild understatement,,, Your Soul shines as the brush flows upon your canvas,, such purity and true emotion filling these pages,, Beautiful, Breathtaking, Kinda leaves you with that Awwwwwwwwwwww all over feeling
<<-----thinks that there is going to be one very lucky woman in KC's future
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