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[aid] => mick
[title] => When you gaze upon her eyes
[time] => 2003-12-04 11:51:05
[hometext] => Everyone dies, but who really lives?
[bodytext] => She claims she's but a normal girl But you see through her lies She's nothing like a normal girl You see it in her eyes You see the boiled passion and the effervescent dreams; You see a world of unknown colors, you see her emerald gleam. You're dazzled by the silver lights, you're captured by her dreams. The rest will say her eyes are brown but looks aren't what they seem; Her eyes are not some dreary tan--they're bright vivacious greens. She's neither white nor black nor grey--she's something inbetween. The world may think her odd or queer She thinks them all a bore But when you star upon her eyes You love her all the more You know she's not your average girl, you feel her fervent heat She lives a life that's all her own, she dances with her feet; She waltzes with her shadow to a song without a beat She speaks a language no one knows and sings her unheard tunes; Her smile shines like the golden sun and glimmers like the moon; She's brighter than the summer day just seconds before noon. And yet she claims she's nobody She's common place and rife But just by looking in her eyes You've known her all your life She splashes paintings in the air with colors of the wind; Her thoughts are unpredictable--she lives upon a whim And when you ask her what she means, all she does is grin. She claims that life's a joyous game, rehearsing all her lines; She acts to life's untitled play and giggles all the time; Sometimes you wonder if she's right--"the best things are inside." And yet she says she's nothing new Her thoughts were all before But gazing at those emerald eyes You love her all the more. [comments] => 7 [counter] => 309 [topic] => 2 [informant] => eternityslyre [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 18 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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