That's Her by Ivan Guerrero Najera

That's Her

Long hair and straight
Her black, silk curtains
She turns her face
With grace, my face caresses

Eyes that reflect
Light from the heavens
Trance my own eyes
If I stare for a second

Voice of an angel
So pure of evil

I hope her voice
Makes no retrieval

Our souls can be
Together in Eden
In flesh or not
That’s what I believe in

by Ivan Guerrero Najera

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