June 9, 2005
Angular lines and dark hair
Feline eyes and crimson lips
A scent of the Oranges
Of Hieronymous Bosch
The music of her Heart
The ecstasy of her Touch.
The fullness of her Mind
The sky of her eyes
A warm breeze
On the hills
At the end
Of Time.
The coolness of her breath
And the sweetness of her kiss
Can change a world at war
Into a Universe of bliss.
So why oh brothers
Why can't we see?
That to simply know her
Is to know infinity.
