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[aid] => mick
[title] => Beauty
[time] => 2008-09-02 02:23:34
[hometext] => A description of what my eyes see when I look at Jeanine. Mother of my children, and my reason. My
[bodytext] => Hellenic beauty is all that I see Her eyes as green as the Aegean Sea Lips of a muse that stills my heart Hair of Helios makes me shudder and start She sees not the majesty that I see She is all, to whom I flee My master, my lover, umbilical to home Hers is a comeliness I wish was my own One kiss, and embrace, to have her to hold Is all that I long for, before I am old Heaven on earth, is what she is to me One day she will see, when she decides to see [comments] => 5 [counter] => 209 [topic] => 2 [informant] => navydocny [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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