My asian doll

by jason   Aug 10, 2007


The wind blows through the trees,lifting up your black shinny hair
your snowdrop aroma is drifting everywhere
your eyes gaze at mine with a loving glaze
your beauty surrounds me like an eternal page
if you was a general on the opposite side
to only look at you once i would give you my life
because such beauty cannot be found on this earth
then your mother must of seen an angel when she gave birth..to you.

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