Poetry from Nat'l Public Radio
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your hands. They are strangely fair, old fair for the jewels that sparkled fair for the wittering of the spell that I have Ricky's alone Comptel. But when they're delicate, touches rest here in my own. Do I love best? Asai, clasped with eager, inquisitive spans my glorious treasure of beautiful hands. Marvelous, wonderful, beautiful hands. They can coax roses to bloom in the strands of your brown tresses. On ribbons, will twine under mysterious touches of line into such marks, says entangled soul and fetter. The heart under such a control is only the strength of my love understands my passionate love for your beautiful hands. As I remember the first fair touch, there's beautiful hands that I love so much I seem to thrill as I then was thrilled, kissing the glove that I found unfilled when I met your gaze and the queenly bow. As you said to me, laughingly keep it now and dazed and alone in a dream, I stand kissing this ghost of your beautiful hands. When I first loved in the long ago and held your hand, as I told yourself, pressed, caressed it gave it a kiss. I said I could die for a hand like this little I dream loves fullness yet had to ripen when eyes were wet and prayers were vein in their wild demands. For 11 touch of your beautiful hands, beautiful hands or beautiful hands Could you reach out of the alien lands where your lingering and give me tonight Only a touch were that ever so slight My heart was soothed and my weary brain would allele itself into rest again For there is no solace. The world commanders like the Charest, your beautiful hands.
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Mature, Narrator, Natural, Romantic, Smooth, Softspoken, Sophisticated, Thoughtful, Uplifting, Warm