Your hair is crimson
Your hair is crimson mockingbird, Your eyes are home to fire; Your smile evicts man's loneliness And stifles hate’s desire. Your teeth are winter wonderland, Your hands as cold as ice; Your voice can sing a playful tune Or shout of humor’s price. Your faith is timeless as the sea, Your courage fights what's mild; Your love is warm as summer day And gently tames my wild. Your face is fair, beyond compare, but faces are a bore -- Your beauty rests in humble quest to live with hope restored.
My Poems
Although some friends abandon lonely way, A Poem About Me Black -> Blue Black Sunlight, Shine! Callings Colorado Love Conjunctivitis Daydreams Deep, Deep, Deep i met a girl I Know the Taste of Death I stood alone on morning clear I will not worship the mountains, In your eyes resides a home Greatness The Ghost in Me My Greatest Fear heaven isn't celibate No Matter What Slack Line Love There was a man who loved the Lord There's nothing I can say, Journeys Nature's Hue Watchman, O Watchman What Can Right Ten Thousand Wrongs? When all the world felt dark as night, When violence refuses to be named, Why I Stray Your hair is redder than the sun, The Lord Is The Lord's Will The Quiet Truth

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