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Published: 2005-09-10 18:53:45 +0000 UTC; Views: 152; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 2
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Plural not; but singular,The sweet kernel, that you are.
Your fractions are
Though beautiful still;
Such as described, out,
My head, to this scribbling quill.
Curves; cut out to see
Lustre teeth smiling at me.
Twixt those soft arcs
Twinkle laughter dear;
Whorl round and drip verb
To the circle of my ear.
Reflect refract; sparkle white;
The pure sun off your hair’s delight
To watch.
Stroke the gossamer thread,
That black and fine
Flow soft from your head.
Twin almond spheres, dark but clear;
Draw me inexorably near.
I’m falling in; melting
Perhaps, one might say.
But my goal only now is that;
You’re special to me in every way.
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Comments: 3
ModularBlues [2005-09-10 19:40:59 +0000 UTC]
So many metaphors and implications about nature, physics and math... reminiscent of the golden mean perhaps?
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wavefunction In reply to ModularBlues [2005-09-10 20:25:57 +0000 UTC]
Hmm, interesting point; I didnt mean for the golden ratio to be conveyed; but I like maths, maths and philosophy is part of me, and I wanted to be part of her. So I combined my feelings for her; the way she is and the way I am together
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