I wake up to Cecilia,
playing folk music in my room
lovestruck by a recordplayer
God knows how,
she got it to work
My love, a popmusic girl
in the morning light alive
to a scraping sound so obscure
She looks at me with eyes as stars
and kisses my neck
whilst roses bloom

A heart to allow
the morning light in
such a precious thing
God knows how,
she got it to work

Poetry by CC
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Written on 2010-02-17 at 13:23

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Sanaz Danaipoor
Wowwwwwwwwwww sooo beautiful, i can see the images so clear, like a painting =)