My fingers want to write poems,
My arms ache to embrace
And my feet want to dance
In the warm sands.
But my eyes only see
Beckoning fingers and siren eyes
And so I turn away from them and ask
Where are you tonight
When I'm filled with love?
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Fred Hose
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May 9, 2006 When I'm Filled With Love : Rev (Pls Crit)
March 25, 2008 05:36 PM EDT
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When I'm Filled With Love
My fingers want to write poems,
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Comments: 15
( My fingers want to write poetry)
I don't know , but I thought it to be more rhythmic. I always like everything you write.
Great work, my friend!
In this line, 'But my eyes only see,' maybe the word 'soul' would be a better fit than eyes.
pola filia