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Captured Hidden below, as I gaze off the edge, All the mysteries of the world. Purple haze upon the horizon, Pinkish hue cliffs drop right below me, The expanse of the ocean is never-ending, The road is winding and steep. All the beauty of this place Is captured in all but my iris... Sitting upon the green mountain top, I think of the other beauty in my life. The one with dark hair and pale green eyes, The one who kisses me so completely, The one that holds me so tightly. It seems as though you are a figment of my imagination. All the beauty of you, Is captured in all but my iris... No beauty can compare to the one in my heart, A heart that is filled with you. It shines as bright as the sun, It is as high as a kite, Endless as the clear blue sea. You are love... infinite. All the beauty of my life Is captured in all but my iris... Christina Jean Young |
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| June 23, 2001 |
