Shapes of Things
She had the face of winter
And the song of the moon in her eyes
There was a hunger unabated
And as her mouth touched mine, I realized
And the song of the moon in her eyes
There was a hunger unabated
And as her mouth touched mine, I realized
She was born from the dawn of the wild
And as soon as her legs unfurled
She was looking for the way the wind blows
And as her eyes met mine, I realized
And as soon as her legs unfurled
She was looking for the way the wind blows
And as her eyes met mine, I realized
These are the shapes of things
Jerry W. Gaither
c2007
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